Well we made it friends – 30 days of blogging every day. Some of it has been my best work. Other posts have been bird-cage material. But I wrote. And I wrote. And it felt great. Even on the nights that I would fall asleep at the dining room table, wake up, and start typing again like nothing had happened. Nerdguy found that to be completely bizarre behaviour. He said it reminded him of when Grace used to fall asleep in her jumperoo, but kept waking up from Maggie’s loud bouncing, and she would immediately start jumping at full throttle until she lulled herself back to sleep again. It was possibly the most entertaining thing I have ever watched.
I got to watch another entertaining performance today (how’s that for a segue eh?) – Molly is in a choir that performed two concerts today with some other choruses. It was a long and tricky day trying to make our schedules work for soundcheck, two concerts, and juggling kids. Grace and I went to the afternoon show and then Nerdguy went to the evening one. I was sure that Molly was going to have a meltdown when it was all over, or want to come home after the first show. Boy was I wrong. She has never looked more proud than when she was up on that stage. When the audience clapped I could see her just soaking it in. I may get a cheering section to follow her around permanently. Or get a clapping ringtone to wake her up in the morning. The whole show was great, but I just loved watching Molly’s choir. I pretty much cried through the whole thing. Do you do that? Do you cry the second one of your kids is doing something big like that? I was like this at Grace’s triathalon too. If they’re looking for any middle-aged housewives that can cry on demand in the soap opera world – I’m their lady.
strangle move the Elf and then head to bed – we are going to see a different kind of show tomorrow as a family, and I KNOW I am going to bawl all the way through that one. I cried just telling Maggie’s EA that we are going. I’ll tell you about it when we get home. If I can see the screen by then through the tears. I may have to dictate to Siri. Of course it will likely come out more like “We went to a snowglobe broccoli outerspace knitting George.” Siri’s kind of a bitch.
I was just trying to think of a title and fell asleep. Good thing I’m not a security guard.