You know the saying. "To assume makes an ass out of you and me." No it doesn't. What it does is make the person who assumes look incompetent and makes the person who was supposed to know what's going on just pissed off. I'm in a ranting mood tonight.
The day didn't exactly start off well. Today was crazy hair day at Miss K's school since this is the last week and my intention was to get up early enough to ensure there was enough time to create the perfect "crazy" hair style. But you know what they say about good intentions...
Of course when my husband came in to suggest I go ahead and get up I informed him that the alarm was snoozed and would go off in 10 minutes and I'd get up then. That and I don't like people telling me to get up. 40 minutes later I make it downstairs to discover Kate was up and and is now asleep in the chair happily dreaming of Dora and Boots. I can hear a baby grunt from the next room but a blaring beep can sound for 30 minutes without me taking notice. Amazing. So by this point we have 15 minutes until school starts and she still has to get ready complete with the crazy hair. Needless to say we were late.
Fast forward to this afternoon. We all three manage to score a nap time at the exact same time. When does that happen? I wake up in what I felt was plenty of time to get her hair and make up done and get her fed before we headed to the auditorium for her dance dress rehearsal. The kid refuses to wake up and baby monkey is screaming from his swing and wants to eat NOW. I'm still unaware of exactly how long we're going to have to be at this dress rehearsal. Her dance calendar said 4:30-10:00 but also said "See note" to which there was a note attached but it has zero information about tonight but instead talked about some other rehearsal.
So we arrive and hear the owner saying for everyone to take their dance bags and other costumes to their assigned dressing room. First off I wasn't aware that this auditorium had anywhere that could count as a dressing room. I then find a crudely drawn sign at the front by the stage that looks like this... Seriously nothing else is on this sign.
Group 1 Group 2 Group 3
\________________________/
STAGE
Group 4 Group 5
No where on here does it say that this is to help you in knowing where your dressing room is. No where does it mention that these are all located up on the second level in what could only be described as broom closets or that these are located behind the seating on said level. All I could figure out was that she was in group 4. So was I just being stupid or am I the only person who's kid is in her first year of dance here?
Ugh I could write a book about how disorganized and annoyed I've felt about this place. After she mentions it 3 times over the microphone I finally ask the lady in front of me where the dressing rooms are. She too had a child in her first year and responded "I can't figure it out either so I'll just leave her stuff out here." Then they start instructing us to take our kids up to their rooms where they'll wait until it's their time to dance. OK. Where are these rooms again? I then ask another woman standing near me. She informs me to check "The sign." Uh huh. When I inform her that I don't know what it means and where all these rooms are she finally vaguely points up to the second level and says they're up there. Great! I have a stroller, a 4 year old, her bags, my bag, costumes, and a sleeping newborn and have already hauled said stroller, bags, etc. down some stairs to get into the auditorium. Finally after hauling them back up the stairs I locate a VERY steep wheelchair ramp to make it up to the 2nd floor. The whole time I'm thinking don't let go or fall. I get to the top only to realize over to the side there's an elevator. Nice.
So I get back down to the seats and settle in to watch some fine dancing. Not to be terribly rude but I really was already annoyed and watching other kids dance and unfortunately not dance very well was not my idea of a good time. There I've said it. The older girls that are really good and my own kid- that's plenty. Oh and then the best thing happened. The baby is happily sleeping in his car seat with the shade DOWN and OVER his body and this 10 year old girl comes up and before I realize what's happening lifts up the shade and reaches in to rub his head. Then she lifts up the other side and I finally regain my composure enough to say he's sleeping let's not wake him up. So she bounces off and luckily he remained asleep.
So I finally get to see her dance, my husband arrives , and then we have to wait until she can do the finale dance with her Dad. It's a Father/Daughter dance by the way. Too cute but note to the Dads: don't chew gum on stage- it makes you look stupid and if you don't know the dance at least move and try to look like you know the dance because when you just stand there you might as well start picking your nose because that would be more entertaining then watching you look around and look like you don't care.
After it was all said and done we had been there 3 1/2 hours. I'd seen the first act minus about 1/3 the dances that the owner was skipping because of time. Ha. We never even saw any of the 2nd act because even though the finale she's in is at the end of the second act in order to SAVE TIME they allowed them to go ahead and perform out of order. Ha Ha. All this is to say Saturday night we're going to be there like 5 hours at least I'm thinking. Should be fun!
So now lets look on the bright side. Here's Kate with her crazy hair although it doesn't do it justice in the photo and a picture of her in her costume at dance photo day. Another day that although I wasn't fortunate enough to be able to go to was apparently also a "super organized" event. Oy Vay!
the pics are too cute. hope u had a better day today!
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