Dance Mom

You’ve heard of soccer moms, right? Well, I guess I’m officially a “Dance Mom”.  My daughter, Ireland loves to dance! She’s been dancing around the house ever since I can remember. Unlike her mom, she’s got the beat! Me, I have no beat and two left feet! We took Ireland to a family reunion when she was 3.  After dinner one night there was a family talent show. She got on stage and wowed everybody with her moves. Everybody asked about when she started dance lessons. She’d never had one. Bob and I looked at each other and thought, “Guess we need to get her to dance class!” And, so we did. Tap, ballet, jazz, you name it she does it and loves it!  This year she joined a dance troupe, meaning this is getting serious! We had our first away competition this weekend. It didn’t get off to a great start!  Bob ran after me as I was pulling out of the driveway, yelling for me to, “STOP”! I had a flat tire. Thank goodness he caught me before I  got on the highway. Luckily we hitched a ride to Madison with a fellow dance mom. When we got there I was seriously a fish out of water!   I can barely put on my own make-up let alone hers! Then, keeping track of the costumes, dance shoes, tights, and jewelry, it was kind of crazy. And, did I mention her hair?  It needed to be put up a perfect low bun. What’s that exactly?  I do pony tails, not buns!  These “Dance Moms” know the routine. Not me! I’m totally clueless! Well, I survived, thanks to the help of the other dance moms who took pity on me and jumped right in to help.  Couldn’t have done it without them! As for her team they rocked it! Me, well I just need to figure out the whole bun thing and soon! We’ve got another competition coming up. Any tips?