Post dance stress disorder.

And I am not talking about the actual dancer here.

Although, she was not happy with her solo performance….we were. She did wonderfully for her first solo gig.

I asked her yesterday: So, can I post your solo dance on the blog?

{I thought she might say: NO!}

Her reply: Share ALL three dances!!!!

Ummm…Shy much? NOT.

This was the first time I saw it as well…she forbid-forbade-demanded I not see it until this day. She’s mean like that.

I decided NOT to share the other two that involved peeps who don’t stay at my crib. 

I am so urban and polite too.

All the grandparents came ‘cept my Mom. She lives too far away and has not yet invested in a jet pack. 

Linds has a big fan club.

My girls are ‘uber lucky.

I had a headache after the dance, and I realized it was because I was smiling so much. MY FACE HURT.

Then on Saturday morning I woke up SORE. I mean SUPER SORE. Like climbing a mountain and falling back down the mountain  sore.

While I was watching the videos again later, I realized later on what the issue was…., I FROZE. My muscles tensed up while watching her.

{that must have been pretty…me: frozen muscles and frozen smiley face!}

So, really, I wore myself out watching my child dance.

Yes, you should be jealous of the shape I am in….hardy harr harr.

The rest of our weekend was filled with: seafood & ‘gators, house repairs, digging in the dirt, and a flooring dilemma.

I’ll fill you in later, gator.

How was your weekend?