Dance Class Derailed

Riley's been going to dance class since the summer. It's a small class of two year olds and she loves it! It's once a week on Tuesday and she usually rides over with her buddy Boo. I'd been pre-surgical and then post-op for a long stretch of the time she's been going. So Boo's Mommy had been driving her and dropping her home afterward. I have awesome friends.

Almost as soon as I was able and up to driving again I started having therapy on Tuesdays. Intense tiring therapy. So, I became dependent on the arrangement even though it was never meant to be permanent. The first week they missed class was because they were both very ill. Then a few weeks later Riley and Boo circulated a memo about behaving so badly neither mother would permit them to go.

Last week Riley was on her best behavior all day. I dropped her at Boo's for dance class. Then I got a phone call that Boo's Mommy's keys were locked in the car. Oh, no! I was tired and in pain. I knew I was barely up for driving let alone taking two 2yrs anywhere by myself. Mike gets off work the same time her class starts so he was no help. I so wanted to be a hero, but my body is broken and my bones were tired. I sent Mike to fetch her when he was done working and she was a terrific sport about it. Her consolation prize was a trip to the grocery store, poor kid.

I felt horrible guilt about not once taking the girls. I was mad that I never do my therapy and rest. I always wreck myself completely. Overachiever plus adrenaline equals non functional Mommy. I couldn't even get my own kid to her dance class when she was so well behaved all day. Failure. Riley loves dance class so much and I love that it makes her so happy. I was in ballet when I was around her age, but it didn't last. I bet Riley will still be in years from now.

Today after I picked Riley up from Grandmas's after my therapy appointment she said, "I'm very concerned about dance class." I couldn't make this up! Those were her exact words. I promised her no matter what Mommy would get her there today. She said she was "(s)till concerned about dance class". I reassured her as best I could after missing two weeks in a row.

I took precautions and napped after we got home while Riley was sleeping. I knew I'd be able to take her if I needed to and also if I was prepared to it wasn't likely I'd need to. Sure enough we got our ballerinas to class on time. They did a great job tonight and earned lollipops from their teacher.

So you see, broken failed ballerinas with metal in their hips can still sire dancers. Isn't she adorable in her tutus?