Around 3 pm today I wondered if it was the best idea to have signed up for a ballet class.
At 5:30 pm, running late with the kids, no dinner prepared, and a crying baby… I was certain it was a bad idea.
But. I have a husband who is wonderful and made dinner for the family. And, we have blessed babysitters from our church group. And, when I told the girls that Cameron and his mom were coming to stay with them, I got a lot of “YAY!” and “Bye, mommy!” and “Aren’t you leaving, mommy?” and “Mommy, they are here, you can go now!”
So I knew that I should go. Maybe I didn’t want to, but I had paid. And I had babysitters. And I really needed to do something for myself.
One word describes how I feel about the class. Love.
I am so glad I went. And I am really looking forward to next Thursday.