one night a year parents are allowed to watch dance class and i'm serious when i say one night a year, we don't even get to walk them down to class. the kids and i arrive home thursday evening with 15 minutes to get isabel changed and pack a change of clothes for daddy. of course i had been in meetings all day and was exhausted! i packed hector's clothes, let the dog out, got out isabel's dance bag with her tap and ballet shoes, got isabel completely dressed, got isabel half undressed so that she could go potty, and finally got both kids buckled in and on our way... whew. halfway to the studio i realize that i left the bag of shoes at home!! never in a year and a half have i forgot the shoes and tonight of all nights. luckily someone had a spare pair of ballet shoes so we made it successfully through the first half of dance, but we weren't so lucky with the tap shoes. poor isabel had a total meltdown, absolutely couldn't dance in her ballet shoes or barefoot... i even shared the story of my pappy taking me in my snow boots. we eventually had to leave because of her crying and i successfully felt like the worst mom ever.
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