Parents are here, the terrorists didn’t win. Yay.
In other news we have a concert EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES. Or at least it seems that way.
Conner has his first band concert ever tonight. Wondering if I could find some well-concealed earplugs for the event (I know, I’m a terrible mother — judge all you want). I was asking him what they’re playing. I think we’ll be pleasured to hear “Hot Crossed Buns” and “Mary Had a Little Lamb”. Conner’s been playing the tequila song (a band favorite) since he started, but apparently that song is SO advanced they’re waiting until the spring to unveil it.
Drew, of course, has his two concerts the nights after… although I doubt I’ll make it to both, I really can only do so much. And his trombone choir has one on Saturday.
Really, WHEN IS SOMEONE GONNA COME WATCH ME PUT IN A CATHETER OR SOMETHING? I need recognition people… Someone, clap for me.
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