December 1, 2009

Remit with Toe Scrubbing

I am SO ashamed of my hatefulness yesterday. I did not want to drive at night in the cold rain. I was foul and tiny-hearted and dread-filled.

I do not like songs, true, but I forgot how very much I like CHILDREN. The recital was super darling. It started with three preschool girls in puffy Christmas dresses singing the song about how to correctly hold their TINY TINY TINY violins. Then they tucked them under their chins, and Miss Anna played POP GOES THE WEASEL and they all stood there earnestly gazing at her until the pop point, when they would all PLUCK! the strings to make the pop. It was the cutest thing that ever happened.

Every child there was dear and earnest like that, and I was just...enchanted. Enchanted the whole time. My own children were superlative, of course. I am completely objective when I report that they were the very best ones. Although Julie’s kids, I am forced to admit, were the very best on violin. (Once again purely objectively speaking.)

From now until March, TUESDAY is my day at 5 Full Plates so I really am only here to apologize for being such a poop.

Posted by joshilyn at December 1, 2009 6:32 AM
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Aw, just when I was feeling better in having a fellow grinch-hearted poopy-head to commiserate with. ;-)

Posted by: Brigitte at December 1, 2009 7:10 AM

I didn't feel you were hateful yesterday. In fact, I felt you were refreshingly honest, and I enjoyed it.

P.S. I also do not like songs. I think it is because I have so much other stuff to remember, I don't want to fill my head up with lyrics/tunes/names of singers. I do not even know major artists that apparently everyone else does. My sister is always shaking her head at this, but it works for me.

Posted by: Haley at December 1, 2009 8:41 AM

I too, enjoyed your honesty yesterday and did not interpret it as hateful. In fact, I wonder if today's post is honest. It feels sugarcoated to me. JMHO.

Posted by: laura F at December 1, 2009 11:28 AM

No apologies needed -- you're charming even when your Grinch-ish.

Posted by: Aimee at December 1, 2009 11:46 AM

Well, the nice thing about dreading an event, as opposed to eagerly anticipating it, is that it is nearly always nicer than expected.

Unless it lasts 8 hours in a humid, un-air conditioned auditorium, which definitely gets one time off in Hell.

I'm glad that you enjoyed the adorableness of the other children, always understanding that yours are the BEST.

Posted by: Diane (TT) at December 1, 2009 12:07 PM

Well I'm very glad you ended up having a good time!

Posted by: Heather at December 1, 2009 1:08 PM

There, there *virtually pets hair* when husbands travel, mothers are allowed to spew grinchiness about school plays, piano recitals, excessive homework, stupid basketball practice that doesn't start until 8 PM ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, and anything else they have to drag themselves and their children to, or through. When you are up all night worrying over which child you will grab first when there is a fire/burglar/earthquake/fill in favorite emergency scenario, or you are shivering in your ice cold bed because your own personal living, breathing heater is missing, or you are up playing pathwords on Facebook because your extra special hubby who loves you and worries about you isn't there to say, "For the love of Pete woman, it's 12 am! Get thee in bed!" you cannot be expected to be all happy, gentle mother in the daytime. Of this I am sure. Or at least I am counting on it, since I'm going on week four (out of the last five) without my hubby.

Posted by: Lori B. at December 1, 2009 3:07 PM

YOU are not a poop....

Posted by: Jean at December 1, 2009 4:52 PM

Oh puh-LEASE Laura F! If I had had a bad time I would have told you. And added in hyperbolic crocodiles gnawing at my feet from beneath the cold hard recital chairs for good measure.

I have been to music recitals before that made me want to hang myself. This one---sorry to disappoint, but it was super cute and fun. Part of it was that we had a delicious lasagna dinner before, and I got to eat it with Julie, one of my closest friends that I NEVER get to see enough. Part was the kids were mostly young and all DRESSED UP in red velvet poufy finery and playing familiar carols. It did not hurt that the music portion of the night started at 7:40 and was over by 8:12.

If all recitals were like this one? Everyone would like 'em, even grinches. It was grand.

Posted by: Joshilyn at December 1, 2009 5:25 PM

I adore you. And you are certainly not a poop.

Posted by: Lisa Milton at December 1, 2009 9:58 PM

Yes, most people underestimate the charm of brevity. And poufy red velvet finery. I am convinced that many people would be more adorable if they had prettier clothes.

I know I would!

Posted by: Diane (TT) at December 2, 2009 1:53 PM

I too have days where the last thing I want to deal with is another child that isn't my own... and I am a teacher. Relax - this was not more terrible than googling dead presidents and rating their hotness :)

Posted by: Les in AZ at December 2, 2009 9:44 PM

OH PUH-LEEZE. If you can't vent to your virtual friends then who in the world can you vent to. Besides, it's not like each and every one of us hasn't been in the exact same place.

Posted by: Debra at December 3, 2009 6:19 AM