Ha ha, just kidding....(in the event any of our music teachers read this blog). I adore music lessons! I'm simply mad for them (by all means, read that last part literally). I live for the moment when I announce it's time to practice. The frosty chill that enters the room. The feelings of despair. Ah, me! It's like shacking up in jolly old Azkaban with the Dementors.
Quite seriously now, the truth is far more complicated. I do love the girls' music lessons. And for the most part, they are very good about the work it requires. And I suppose it wouldn't matter what activities we did together...I'd probably still second guess myself. I have a gorgeous habit of doing that.
It's just that school is starting up again soon and I feel the onslaught of a much busier schedule. I suppose I'm missing my mom a little. I always feel this way at the change of a season...except this is Las Vegas and there are no seasons.
I just want someone to reassure me that everything is okay and we're going to be fine.
I guess that's what Ritter Sport is for...
