Well, I’m sitting here feeling like a pretty crappy mama. We missed Eliza’s class holiday performance tonight. We didn’t miss it because we chose not to go. We missed it because we were late and her class performed without her.
As we crossed the courtyard to her school 10 minutes after the program started we saw her teacher walking out of the gym where the program was in full swing.
“Oh,” she said looking a little disappointed. “We just finished their song.”
I nearly started crying. We were too late.