Sometimes I get the grandgirlies for the weekend. Normally we do random things like bake, play games, go to the library. You know, all the grandparenty things.
But not always. Sometimes I get to put on the Mom hat and run around like a crazy person taking kids to all their various lessons and sports. Or, in the case of today, ballet photos.
Oh. My. Goodness.
So, apparently, I don't have what it takes to make a proper pony tail. Or bun. Obviously there is a logical reason why my girls never went past Go in ballet lessons. Like, I have zero patience for ballet moms.
You've heard of soccer moms? Little League moms? Amateurs. My eyes were opened today to a whole new world. Scary.