Daisy has been doing ballet for the past few terms and really seems to enjoy it. Actually, she really seems to enjoy the frocking up, hanging with her mates and the bit at the end when they could free dance for 5 minutes. Me? Well, not so much. The running around, driving 20 kms there and 20kms’s back again, dressing two kids, rushing this way and that, getting afternoon tea, making sure they don’t eat too much before dinner, putting out fights between overtired kids at the end of the week…you get the drift.
This term we convinced one of my mate’s and School Mum’s who studied ballet for years that she should run the classes. There were enough little girls who were keen – about 5 which seemed like a good number. We could use the School of Arts Hall across the road from the School because I am on the committee, no one had to drive anywhere and it would be fun!
And it is. The girls adore it. The old hall in the village is once again filled with the sounds of giggling children and those floorboards have wee pink slippers on them once again.
And next door? Well, things are looking up in there too. This afternoon I baked a banana bread loaf for all the kids, the ballet teacher whipped up some (delicious) home made pate and I bought along two bottles of wine and some crackers. Cause that’s how I roll.
Yes, ballet is looking a whole lot better this term!