Skating Ahoy

[przed]

Ros signed up for the ice show at her figure skating club this year. Which turns out to be a bigger deal than I knew. This week there has been a final rehearsal and a run through and a dress rehearsal. Last night was the first of three shows.

So after teaching all day (unusual for me these days; I do far more writing than teaching in my job), I spent four hours volunteering in the dressing room with Ros, four other moms, and the 24 other little girls in her number, which meant lots of doing up skates and making sure everyone had all the bits of their costume on and occasionally preventing girls from turning off all the light so everyone else would squeal.

And then I came home and fell over, exhausted. Pretty much literally.

But Ros had fun, and here is some photographic proof.



Today we do it all again. Twice! Though fortunately I won't be volunteering today, and I actually get to watch the show at today's matinee performance. (My mom came down to watch the show, and there will be throwing of flowers for Ros during the Grand Finale.)

It will be the Sweetie's turn to fall over tonight. He's volunteered to help with the take down after the last show. Apparently that can go on until one in the morning.

Comments

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

See, you expect the exhaustion when they are infants, right? But somehow it just…continues! Parenthood=super exhaustion all the time! *g* Honestly, the most exhausted I have ever been in my life, even including heatstroke, was when I would follow me niece on a shopping expedition when she was pre-teen, early teen ages. So, my advice? Sign up for ice shows and soccer coaching and martial arts, and everything else! But do not shop. *g*

Yay for ice shows and doesn't Ros look wonderful and professional? Enjoy the show today!

[przed.livejournal.com]

It's a different kind of exhaustion now, but yeah, the exhaustion continues. I'll take the massive activity exhaustion over the keeping up with a toddler exhaustion any day, though. I think that would kill me now.

I'm quite happy to avoid the shopping, except in small bursts, but I have no doubt it's coming. (Ros is already a shoe fanatic, and I can see that only getting worse. It must be genetic because she did not get the shoe obsession from me. *g*)