Chicken Dancing My Way Into The Slow Cooker

I squeezed into the back of the primary school gym along with a hundred other parents.  Scanning faces of the first graders sitting criss-cross style on the floor, I looked for my daughter.  All the kids dressed in blue jeans and white tops made the job of finding my child more challenging; however, FringeKid is usually the one who pops up yelling to me with hands cupped around her mouth and then begins her wild waves that send shocking ripples throughout her little body.

The entire crowd can usually tell which child belongs to me.

I’ve had this date written on my calendar for a month.  Each week I’ve reminded FringeMan to keep this afternoon free.  As I sat sweating, more from my own stupidity than the heat of the crowd, I realized that we were enduring a first grade folk dance performance that excluded my child’s class.

I knew FringeMan would have a hard time forgiving me for this one. 

When the supervising teacher invited the parents onto the gym floor to do the chicken dance, we gathered our feathers, slipped out the side door and clucked straight to the office. 

Apparently my daughter’s class performs tomorrow. 

Oops!

I felt FringeMan’s eyes boring deep holes into the side of my face.  No words from him is not a good sign.

“At least we have the evening to brush up on the chicken dance.”  I said.

I don’t know HOW this mistake happened!  Seriously.  I remember holding the paper in my hand and marking the date on my calendar.

I think FringeMan will forgive me before he dies.

Clucks to you all,

Advertisements

30 thoughts on “Chicken Dancing My Way Into The Slow Cooker

  1. Pingback: Odd Meets Absurd | the domestic fringe

  2. Pingback: Pie Squared = A Slice of Apple & Cherry « the domestic fringe

  3. Pingback: Blissful Denial – Good for You? « the domestic fringe

  4. Pingback: Comfort Food Carnival – Week #1 | the domestic fringe

  5. Nikki

    hehehehe…I don’t know why but that had me rolling. I think if it were me I wouldn’t have said anything and hoped he didn’t notice. Heck men don’t pay much attention anyway! Great story…totally made me laugh.

    Reply
  6. robinaltman

    Oh, man! That is hilarious! I hope she’s not too bummed about the cold. But it saves FringeMan from another Chicken Dance extravaganza.

    Reply
  7. elizabeth channel

    This makes me feel so much better! Last week I took E to a St. Patrick’s Day party one day late. We showed up all festive in our green, gluten-free treats prepared, only to find out they held the party on the 16th instead of the 17th. Who does that? They did give us a leftover goody bag… Can’t wait to hear how the dancing goes!

    Reply
  8. caprik

    I hate when you get the date wrong! You feel like you are losing your mind.

    Hope FringeKid will feel better VERY soon. That’s no fun to miss out. 😦

    Reply
  9. Cher

    Hope the petite performer feels better before the weekend. It’s terrible to be sick when there’s no school!

    The Texas Woman

    Reply
  10. thedomesticfringe Post author

    Here’s the kicker. The school nurse just called and FringeKid is coughing up a storm and is just starting to get a fever. I have to go pick her up and she’ll miss her program.

    Sometimes life is just a bummer.
    -FringeGirl

    Reply
  11. David

    Look on the bright side. Yes, you got the date wrong, but at least you were a day EARLY. You could have been a day late and missed the whole thing.

    Reply
  12. Mindy

    Wellll…at least y’all got to spend some quality time in the car together? Sharing space? Stealing some “us” time? Yeah…go with that! ~Mindy

    Reply
  13. Mom

    I can see in my mind the face on FringeMan! We all make mistakes with dates and times. Think of the fun you had learning to do the chicken dance.

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s