Well, today was the planned playdate, despite the horrific, nasty weather we have been slammed with yet again. The girls were so excited, and I wouldn’t have wanted to ruin that.
So we came up the stairs and they were chatting. I can’t remember how it started but I answered one of my daughter’s questions by singing. Then it took on a life of it’s own. All I can say is that they were singing, I was singing – and then she looked at me with a pleading “Please stop” look. It was not good. I had wanted to come in and say “Hey, some of us parents got together to record an album of really embarrassing cover tunes, similar to “We Are The World.” I don’t think she would have appreciated it at the time. Oh well.
After that, I only spoke my answers, although at that point I was in a very sing-y mood. My body wasn’t feeling so sing-y. Ouch! Ouch! and OUCH! My left leg decided to compose it’s own wretched music today. The nerves are not behaving at all. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
I could keep complaining, but I won’t. What I will say is that my best friend’s older son – (as it happens, my dearest friend has two sons who happen to be my daughter’s dearest friends) – is supposed to perform in his drama club production tomorrow night. If the weather continues to be bad, who knows what will happen. I sincerely hope that it goes on as planned, for the sake of the kids. They have prepared for a looooooooong time.
So that’s that. Singing – pain – drama clubs – friends. The usual.
Peace and painlessness,