I'm sitting in my car alternating between flicking through a magazine and browsing on my phone. The rain is lashing down on the roof. Before the windows steamed up I noticed that I was surrounded by other cars with mothers doing just the same.
I'm a dance mum today. My girl is on her third and last day of ballet school. She is loving it, truly enjoying every minute.
I'm not quite so sure...
I'm not a 'real' dance mum you see. I don't fit that mould. I'm extremely proud of my little dancing Sibs, but I don't live and breath ballet.
It's raining today - absolutely pouring. We came to ballet school in our rain coats and wellies. We were met by other ladies in heels and dresses - I kid you not! There is glamour and glitz in abundance. I wish I could have sneaked some photos!
The lacquer and shiny clips securing the pristine hairbuns is breathtaking - literally!
So I'm surrounded by these other mums. Some are just like me, wondering what this is all about. Others are....well, let's just say, different.
I have to get out of my car shortly. Walk through the mud and wait outside the door to pick up my smiley girl.
I'll be dressed for the walk!
(blogging from my car on a rainy day so when I press publish I have no idea what this post will look like!)