Vince had his 3rd week of ballet this week. I took Edda with me to the 10 am class. I came home feeling a little sorry for myself because there really is nothing like being surrounded by a thousand very cute 4 year-old ballerinas swarming around Edda’s wheelchair to make me feel a little sorry for myself.
I came home, Jeremy gave me a stern pep talk and I tried to pull myself out of my mucky-mood.
At 2 pm, we went back to the ballet studio with Edda for her first class this fall, very much prepared for Edda to be the most disabled person there (which is often the position I find us in), but it wasn’t the case. And Edda really enjoyed it. Which is great! (But I’m still feeling a little sorry for myself. I’m not too worried, I’m sure I’ll snap out of it soon.)