A little song, a little dance...

Today's small victory? Not kicking someone's ass at the kindergarden concert.

It shouldn't be hard to get along with other adults. It's hard, though, when the six year olds are more mature. I think it's been at least ten years since I've dealt with the level of immaturity that some of these suburban moms adopt as part of their day to day lives.

Don't get me wrong, I can be snarky too. I embody snark. I embrace snark, and make it an important part of ever meal. At the point where it's rubbing off on the kids though? It's gone too far.

Thankfully, the kids were mostly oblivious for this round, and instead sang a pretty great rendition of a half dozen assorted songs, including some Cole Porter.

Now I have to download some music to shore up my gym playlists, despite having over 900 cds in the closet. Who knew that building my music collection while I was clinically depressed would result in not having a whole lot of cardio inducing tunes?