Princess Tutu
This is the story of our busy, but not very productive weekend.
Saturday
8:00 AM DH declares that the carpet is horribly dirty. (It is.) And must be cleaned immediately. DDs ballet recital is at 11:00 AM.
DH moves all of the furniture and prepares to clean the carpet.
Black Tutu
10:30 AM leave for Christmas in the Park recital. Get DD to greenroom with other tiny ballerinas and dress and redress princess tutu due to costume confusion. She begins in a very cute black and white tutu but ends up performing in a heart motif monstrosity that even a four year old knows is gauche. She was none too pleased to wear it.
I explain several times that one little ballerina is absent due to religious beliefs. DD is in the three and four year old class. Three and four year olds really do not seem to grasp religious tolerance. Each child asks me where is E, several times, rephrasing each time; because the answer makes no sense to them: E and her family do not celebrate Christmas. You will see her again in class. No she is not sick. Everything is fine. Enjoy your recital.
I could have given up and said, yes E is sick. But they would know on Tuesday that isn’t true. And I think that would have been disrespectful. They all were asking me because E is DDs friend. And DD was asking me. Again, and again.
DD is very unhappy when I leave her in the greenroom to go find a seat in the audience. You would have thought I was leaving her with wolves instead of her beloved classmates and teacher with the look she gave me.
DH was right where we left him in the lobby, doing work on his pda, but of course. We found seats and were immediately surrounded by the other ballerinas parents and a lot of little boys.
I should be thankful more often that I have a girl. Boy humor involves a lot of bodily noises.
Red Tutu
The ballet groups turned out to be a LOT of groups, four age groups, different days of the week, and some doing two routines. Ugh. It got really long, though very amusing. The little girl on her left stood still throughout the performance. And a three year old from the Saturday class wandered out toward the audience and just stood there. There was a lot of just standing with the threes.
There was a group of hip-hop performers who were very entertaining. Only one was male. I applaud his security. He wasn’t a bad dancer either.
Afterward we went to visit Mr. B, the organic beekeeper. DD loves him. He has started making new things with the honey. I got the best smelling soap and some Christmas gifts.
When we got home I realized I had unplugged the crock pot, not the coffee pot.
Ugh. Burned coffee and uncooked stew.
DH cleaned half the carpet.
Sunday
6:00 AM Cat wakes DH. He moves everything to the other side of the family room, cooks breakfast and makes both rooms totally unusable.
7:00 AM The rest of us get up. DH leaves things in a state of chaos until around noon when he decides to finish the carpet, but not put anything away.
I clean the kitchen, twice, put away cleaning items and move some of the furniture back. Oh look, now it is 1:00 PM and I’ve accomplished pretty much nothing. DH is asleep.
Right.
The carpet looks good. The rest of the house is a complete disaster. And I have baked nothing for Thanksgiving Day.
SS turned seventeen this week. We offered to do something with him. He declined. Poor kid ended up at a funeral with his moms side of the family. Needless to say, his mood is not fabulous. I got him a cake anyway.
Our little princess is wearing one of her many princess dresses, this particular one purchased last year after Halloween on clearance, and a real tiara.
And I’m freezing. For some reason my body has decided it would like to be two degrees cooler than normal and does not wish to resume normal 98.6 temperature. I am wearing a ridiculous amount of clothing and could invest in warm drinks. The other members of my family burn at a constant 97.6 all of the time, so for them 96.0 would be a 1.6 degree drop. But for me it is definitely 2.6. And I do not like it.
Are you sure you don’t have a fever? I’m a little confused with your temperature analysis. I have to say, I don’t really envy your weekend. We’ve just watched football and not gone anywhere, except to Taco Bell.
I think a major perk of me doing everything around the house is I can only get annoyed with myself, and almost everything is done at my convenience/need/schedule.
Oh, and I love tutus. My mother always hung ours upside down as soon as we got them until the recital so they would be extra fluffy. Recitals were like Christmas, mainly because I like tulle and sequins. I guess I’ve always had a gaudy streak.
Liz A.’s last blog post..I never knew a lab coat could be so funny.
Liz, I thought I had a fever, since fevers have that weird effect of making you think you are cold, when actually it is the opposite. That’s why I took my temperature. But I don’t.
I know my normal temperature is 98.6 because I have kids. They claim regularly that the thermometer must be broken and actually they are ill. So I have to take my temperature too. They claim often to be ill. We take temperatures often, sometimes daily. So I know that not only is 98.6 standard; but it is standard for me. And the kids and DH burn a little cooler but still in normal range.
For some reason though, I feel yukky and temperature is down, not up.
it’s always good to know where your temp normally is. I always tend to run a bit high and used that to my advantage growing up. At one point, I wasn’t allowed to stay home until I was at 101.5. I’m sorry you are feeling yucky. Have you tried a shower, turtleneck and a hat? That was my feverish have to go class ritual.
I really don’t know what a low temp means minus hypothermia. It makes me very curious to run lower than you normally do.
oh, and DD is absolutely adorable. It hurts my ovaries.