Purgatory
Last night I had the immense privilege of being squished into our local high school auditorium and viewing a bunch of children between the ages of 5 and 12 'perform' in their school concert.
This is one of the trials of motherhood.
I drew the short straw. MrB got to stay at home and 'mind the twins'.
Actually it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I have sat through more excruciating performances. Miss H was the grumpiest Egyptian I have ever seen boogey on down to the Bangles - although apparently she was 'concentrating'. Luckily she is also the smallest in her class 'There are Kindie's taller than me!', so her frowns were hidden from the audience for most of the dance. Miss M was the bounciest and most enthusiastic Nutbush-er - she understands that the show must go on - even if her shoe has gone flying during one of her more ferocious kicks - she waited until she was finished before she retrieved it from the front seats... All in all it wasn't so bad, although I have never seen a school concert where the principal (actaully acting principal) managed to hog so much of the limelight... Between each class performance, he and one of the Year 6 girls did some 'amusing patter' that in some cases actually lasted longer than the class dances... The man is a complete attention whore, replete in his shiny suit and patronising put-downs. Arsehole.
And joy of joys... the evening got even better when we got home and discovered that Miss H may have been grumpy due to the fact that she has chickenpox. The spots were appearing as we watched. Bizarre.
And... bugger!
This is one of the trials of motherhood.
I drew the short straw. MrB got to stay at home and 'mind the twins'.
Actually it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I have sat through more excruciating performances. Miss H was the grumpiest Egyptian I have ever seen boogey on down to the Bangles - although apparently she was 'concentrating'. Luckily she is also the smallest in her class 'There are Kindie's taller than me!', so her frowns were hidden from the audience for most of the dance. Miss M was the bounciest and most enthusiastic Nutbush-er - she understands that the show must go on - even if her shoe has gone flying during one of her more ferocious kicks - she waited until she was finished before she retrieved it from the front seats... All in all it wasn't so bad, although I have never seen a school concert where the principal (actaully acting principal) managed to hog so much of the limelight... Between each class performance, he and one of the Year 6 girls did some 'amusing patter' that in some cases actually lasted longer than the class dances... The man is a complete attention whore, replete in his shiny suit and patronising put-downs. Arsehole.
And joy of joys... the evening got even better when we got home and discovered that Miss H may have been grumpy due to the fact that she has chickenpox. The spots were appearing as we watched. Bizarre.
And... bugger!
posted by actonb at 1:53 pm
3 Comments:
Oh Chicken Pox. Yuck-o.
It could be worse, I gave them to my Dad who was off work for a month. Poor Dad.
Georgia, it was indeed creepy... and just so, so WRONG.
The spotty one is still spotty. The other three are as yet, unsullied with The Pox.
I'm waiting...
whatever you do... dont let her pick them. i am still sporting forehead scars and my brother is too and he is like old and over 40.
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