I screwed up. Big time. I won't be getting any Mom of the Year awards this year, heck after this they won't even let me run for it. Kate's dance rehearsal and recital were this past Friday and Saturday night. After the swim meet on Friday, we grabbed some dinner and headed over to Ovens Auditorium. Kate and her dance class were on stage at 8:15 tapping away to "Wee Rockettes." It was adorable of course. We decided to bring the entire family, Ma included, to see Kate on stage on Friday at rehearsal because it's much more laid back and casual. The kids can run around while the parents take pictures and videos etc. It's a good thing we did. Katie never made it on stage the following night. And it was all my fault.
Kate posing before we left for rehearsal.
Showing me how to do it.

My pretty little thing.

On stage. This is her favorite move. I think she calls it the 'rock back' ??

Tapping away (but keeping her eyes glued to her teacher).
So what happened you ask? I thought she was on stage at the same time Saturday night as she was Friday night. I had it written on the calendar. I had even sent an email to the director of the dance studio inquiring as to why a four year old class was on stage so late. I never once questioned it. 8:15 both nights. Saturday night was supposed to be a very special night for Kate. Jon and I were going to spend the evening with just her, something we rarely do. We left here at 4:00, stopped at Micheals to get some extra tulle for her tap shoes, and then had a nice relaxing dinner at Charlies in Cotswold. Katie was really enjoying being the only child for a night. After dinner we headed over to Ovens to watch some of the sets before hers. We got there at 6:15. Plenty of time before she had to be on stage. I took her into the bathroom, got her changed into her costume and headed back stage to find her class. I couldn't find them anywhere. Starting to wonder what was going on we walked around looking for them. Then I heard it. "We are the Wee Rockettes" ... coming from on stage. My heart sank. Oh, no! Did we just miss her routine? We met up with her class as they were coming off stage. It was 6:30. Katie took one look at them, looked up and me and the tears started flowing. It was awful. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. Apparently she was supposed to be on stage at 6:15 Saturday night. I had no idea. We missed it by a few minutes. It was horrible. I'm not sure which one of us cried more. We ended up staying for the rest of the show, went out for ice cream, got a book at Joseph Beth and went home. On the way home Kate said "This was a really fun day!" I'm glad she's over it and has forgiven me completely. I wonder how long it will take me to forgive myself??? I'm the worst mom ever.