It was a busy Saturday. Dylan had spent the night at his cousin’s, his mom was still at the hospital with Zayden until she could be relieved to go to work,
and I had taken Shyla to her first baton competition of the year. Her cousins, Zoey and Autumn are also in this baton troupe. Although, Shyla’s group was sponsoring this one, I had been unable to offer my assistance due to the struggle of juggling the kid’s schedule while the baby was hospitalized.
We got to the elementary school where the competition was being held and had to wait outside until the doors opened. We were actually early for once.
Shyla went to the restroom to change into her baton uniform and we were ready. Her group placed 3rd in their category.
Shyla was also prepared to perform a solo but we had to scratch it due to a mix up with her music. We’ll be better prepared for her solo at the next competition in June.
She also participated in the modeling for the first time. During this she could wear either a dress or another uniform. She had received a long dress at Christmas. (Santa was thinking ahead.)
I wish we had thought ahead, or more accurately, knew, that we could have signed up for both areas. It would have been some quick changing, but we would have managed it. Several of the girls from other groups did this.
Although she did not place in this section, we learned a lot and will attempt this again at the next competition.
All together it made for a very long day. We had arrived at the school right before 8:30 and everything did not end until 4:00. When we left, I took Shyla to Bob Evans to have an early supper.
(Her mom works as a waitress here. It is the original homestead.) We arrived home at 5:30. I was exhausted and collapsed in a chair and watched TV the rest of the evening.
Because the baby had just been released from the hospital the day before, we did not feel that he should go to church Sunday morning. I spent the day trying to catch up on laundry and housework.
I managed to get several loads of laundry done and put away and the kid’s bedrooms vacuumed. My husband washed the dishes.
For supper I went and picked up a pizza and some breadsticks.
It was a long, tiring weekend. I hope that this coming week goes at a little slower pace.