Socially I am "Special"
Today was Eva's class party... bad news ... she had to be the bear.(she wanted to be a ballerina) But the cutest darn bear I have ever seen, if I say so myself!Half way through the "show" Eva tells me that she wants to dance... So I tell " go on honey, go towards the back... and get up & dance with the others."
My goodness... she is 3 & I figured it was pretty silly that the teachers couldn't just let her run around with the other Ballerinas... so why not? So then she whispers " mamma...I have to put my dress on..." I told her to go get it from her cubby... I helped her get it on... then she whispers... "I need my slippers"Baby go ahead and get them"....
Next thing I know, Eva taps me on the shoulder... mouth open screaming... but making no sound.. COVERED in BLOOD. She looked like C A R R I E (prom scene? )
(see this will teach you all......woo haa haaa.... not letting MY baby be the ballerina...!)
Of course I jump up with her... trying to figure out where all of the blood was coming from...
Poor little thing had smacked right into the corner of a bookshelf while running for her shoes... along with a bloody nose, she had a small cut under her nose... bleeding...screaming...crying... perfect ending to the performance!
N I I I I C E.. leave it to me & mine to make a G R E A T... B IG.. G I A N T impression on the Preschool... if they didn't know who we were before today... they certainly do NOW.
I have been here for almost 3 years & DREAD going to any school social functions... because I feel like a great big social....MORON..( To be PC.... Socially... I am SPECIAL)
I am not like this at all at home (U.S.)... or even in normal day to day situations here... (really, I promise... I think I might even be kindda COOL)
But throw me into a room with a bunch of Norwegian Parents & I feel like the biggest dummy in the world.
Why? WHY? WHY ?I don't know... It isn't like I stick out like a soar thumb... I look Norwegian... I speak Norwegian.. I just feel so BLOODY uncomfortable..
I feel like the New Girl multiplied by 100.
I always walk in with this giant fake smile... just counting the seconds until I can leave. Sure it is fine if I know someone... ANYONE... but usually I just stand there looking like a giant dork...
My god... I have like... 14 more years of this... I have had enough... can we go back home? (America home...)
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and now i am exhausted - having read you whole blog. Now i must go for a walk to stretch my legs.
I am socially challenged too...and not just when I'm in another country! ;-) One-on-one I'm usually ok, but in a group I'm one of those uncomfortable-looking wallflowers.
Thank you visiting my blog and for your sweet comment!
Here's to counting the days until your great American getaway!
I'm no help on the social front. I'm about to be the new kid on the block. Just one good friend. I'm hoping for one good friend.
I know it's hard feeling left out. Hang in there!!
She is the cutest little bear! I hope she feels better after her accident.
blessings,
kari & kijsa
ANd your daughter???? CUTE!!