It's Not Fair!

I hate unfairness, so much. Ever since childhood, I’ve stubbornly clung to the belief that if you work hard and behave you will subsequently reap only rewards. I used to believe all the bad had already happened in my life so I was “safe”. Wrong again. You can have CP and get hit by a bus (although I don’t recommend it). There is no fairness scale. Anything can happen. Sometimes the blessed are further blessed and the cursed are farther cursed. Sometimes it stinks worse than Mike’s running shoes.

I guess I’m a wee bit oversensitive about it. Like the time in I got a job at an acting camp and not enough kids signed up and they canceled it. Grrr! You see, Roo loves dance class very much. I love that it’s 5min down the road at 3:30 on Tuesdays (and of course that she’s happy). We started with a group of three and they told us more would come. A few weeks ago we had a rough day. Both of the other girls we’re crying and refusing to listen. They ended up cutting class short. I was so angry. Roo had behaved so well until it became distracting (and who could blame her for being distracting by two girls throwing crying fits?). I didn’t want her lumped in with the other two and punished.

That was the day I started considering other options. A group of 3 at this age is trouble. There has to be a few more. That way one kid having a hard time doesn’t throw everyone off. Besides, I was worried that they’d cancel the class and the only other option was on Saturday (BOO!) at 11:00 (Double Boo!). Unfortunately, her old dance studio has their class at 6:15 on Thursday (triple Boo!). I decided we’d wait and see what happened.

Sure enough after two weeks in a row of only Roo showing up I was asked to please bring her Saturdays. She told me it would be temporary until Tuesday filled up and she had every indication it would in a few weeks. Despite the reassurances, skirting nap time on a weekend day with a different teacher sounds like a recipe for stress.

It makes me so mad! It’s not her fault the class is small. She did nothing wrong. It’s not her fault the schedules suck. It’s not her fault that her gimpy mom doesn’t want to commit to driving too far once a week. AAAAAAAHHHHH! What do I do? Discontinuing dance seems like a punishment. Post dinner at the farther studio even if they do have 8 kids in the class is never going to work. Saturdays seem like they’ll be trouble.

I’m exhausted by the end of the week, she’ll miss out on Daddy and big brother quality time and we’re into October when our weekends become super busy. Plus parking will be difficult on Saturdays because there’s a crowd. I’m stamping my feet on her behalf, this stinks. Come on karma, give my sweet girl a break.