A 3am post, because I missed yesterday’s by 3 hours. Because my brain is fried from over-work in this last week before dance starts. Because, not matter how much was done in May, there is still so much to do before September!!
Ahhh, the curse of the dance teacher 
Truthfully, I think it’s a lot like childbirth. You remember it sucking, but your body has ways of tricking you into forgetting…mind you, in both dance and birth, I had it pretty easy! A general anesthetic c-section, and a studio with fewer that 35 families.
Now though? This is 155+ registrations with 85+ families, and at least one new one every day!! I think I’ve caught up, and something adds or changes. I’m running on a crazy administrative treadmill right now, and I have total tunnel vision.
Until I see something sparkly. {usually twitter}… Then, I am a mess of disorganized chaos, stepping over 10 thousand sticker attendance sheets an sparkly duo-tangs, spilling coffee on my voicemail notebook, and trying to remember that I need a better financial/accounting log.
And then, head back in the game. T-one week until its go time. #1 priority is staying caught up on communication. But aghhh! There’s so much! Students to shuffle, dress codes to send out, cheques owing, invoices sent, confirmations, new registrations…oh wait!!! I still need to email the dance festival organizers and tell them that I’m Kristi-but-not-Kristi, and that I’m Groove-It-but-notGroove-It! And call the photographer!
And! And… And?
Maybe stop drinking coffee and wine so that I sleep better during the deep August rush? Maybe go for a run to clear my head once or twice a week? Maybe make sure that I’m eating as well as my kids, not starving or bloated…maybe some balance? Maybe drink a glass of water here and there?
I know that this is the home stretch. After September 10, I’ll fall into a blissful wave of routine and be quite content. There will be a few bumps of chaos: costumes, festival entries, recital… But overall, it will flow.
Right now though? Oh boy! It’s been 7 years, and it’s multiplied by 3 in that time, added social media and email to the mix, shook me up, and poured me out!
Without even asking if I’d like an olive.
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