I’m going to let you all in on a little secret. We are letting the kids all skip school (half day) and we’re taking them in to the **big** city to see The Nutcracker. Pouty is going to loose her flippin mind. I’m a little afraid I might too.
I love the Nutcracker. I love the music, the costumes, the sets….I love it all. I have not however loved it with 3 little people and a husband in tow. I am totally fine with people not liking it, but I am thinking about sticking some duck tape or a taser in my purse. We’re more or less skipping a car payment to pay for these tickets and I am not going to be happy if I find myself pacing a lobby with a child. I was happy to pass the time in such a fashion missing chunks of High School Musical 3. But if they are not silent and mezmerized….which I know there is a 98.5% chance they won’t all be….I will weep because I want to be.
So tomorrow around 10am feel free to think of me….on a train with my brood wondering why they are in formal attire. Picture me possibly listing off bribes and threats for good behavior. And if Evel shouts he needs to go Potty over the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, I’m throwing myself in the orchestra pit.
