Some moms are cut out for the big leagues. I am not.
I took my daughter (now 7) out of gymnastics and put her in dance this year. It seemed like a great choice. The studio was in my neighborhood and the price was not too pricey.
She had her first of two yearly competitions this weekend. Much to my detail incompetent dismay, the directions for hair styling were quite specific, but, apparently, not specific enough. Here is a small portion:
Please put bangs in a front small poof, with crossed bobby pins to secure it. My daughter does not have bangs, so I just thought I would put all her hair back in the required pony tail and skip the poof. We attempted the poofless style at dress rehearsal. I was then sent a charming email informing me, “it is not a matter of short or long bangs, all girls need to have 100% matching hairstyles.” Whoops.
Then, the directions precisely stated, rhinestone ponytail holder is required to be worn over hair elastic, at all performances. How was I to know I needed to pre-order the ponytail holder. I just assumed it came with the costume.
When my daughter mentioned that everyone got a holder, except her, I inquired about it. I was then told I should have noticed the rhinestone holder in the order form they sent home (that I threw away) and now needed to look for one myself. It’s possible I was just a bit unhelpfully snappy back.
After calling and searching online for close to an hour, I finally found an exact match. The price was $16 for 1 holder, but only $4, per holder, if I bought 12. That’s right. I I bought 12. Guess what all of my daughter’s friends will be getting for their birthdays? A cheap purse with a lovely rhinestone ponytail holder.
Finally, as if to foil me again, an additional detail was added. My daughter brought home a sparkly hair flower the week before the competition. We were also given a checkoff list, specifically reminding us to remember all hair accessories. I was focused. I had the hairspray, gel, bobby pins, elastics, and I brought 3 rhinestone ponytail holders, just in case. But, sadly, when it was time to preform, the flower was still at my house. I will not go into the aftermath of this mistake, as it would be too traumatic to recount.