Dance Class

Well it had to happen eventually. I time where we had to hand Kara over to complete strangers for a period of time. In our case, her first dance class. No parents in the room so we all sat outside on the floor and waited. Kara couldn’t care less. Didn’t even get a bye as the teacher said ‘come on in’. Didn’t turn around, just ran in to have fun. Was actually brilliant to see. Then when she came out she was full and smiles trying to remember everything she did.

In a full circle moment. It was the same place (exact same room) Jen used to do dance classes. The training was still in her though. Mainly not wanting to speak in the corridor we were sitting in because they used to get told off as kids if they did that when a class was on! Two other parents were chatting and laughing at one point. Jen leans over and says (quietly) ‘they’ll get in trouble for that soon…’. They didn’t.

Rest of the day was also productive. One set of Ikea shelves built, coat hook added to the office door and a stair gate fitted to the door.