Well I finally did it . . . .

I started feeling guilty today as I stood watching Sarah dazzle the audience at her Disco Hip Hop recital. My day began with great intentions; I got up early to meet with a client in Scottsdale so I could be home in time to take our future rock star to her big Hip Hop show. Fortunately my meeting was short and I was home in time to wrangle two more life threatening Solomon issues, play Bratz, clean the kitchen and watch an episode of Hanna Montana with the girls. Then the phone rang, it was my neighbor who's been out of town for weeks. She wanted to return some baby gear we lent her - and asked if I had time to visit. "Of course I do" I said "come on over." As I walked to the kitchen to make a pitcher of peppermint tea, I checked to make sure both girls were dressed (Kate is usually dressed in a skirt or dress up costume, by my little nudist Sarah refuses to wear regular clothes in the house; she's graduated from flat out naked to a uniform of an unmatched bikini - how can I argue with her - it's been 115 degrees these last few weeks) Anyway, I called to Sarah and asked her to get dressed. She came running as fast as she could. "Okay mom, I'll put on black and white" she said. I stood there, still dumbfounded that she came the first time I called, but suddenly the stun turned to panic when I realized her recital started in less than an hour. Then the doorbell rang; it was my neighbor who I've not seen in over a month. I told her we'd have to leave for Sarah's recital soon, but invited her to stay and visit while I got the girls ready to go. We chatted while I spritzed and combed the girls' hair. Then it was time to go - the neighbor went home, I grabbed the girls cups to fill them for the ride. Jeff came down from working upstairs, we put the dog in her crate, got shoes on Kate, sent both girls to the potty, I grabbed my purse and out the door we went. We made it just in time for rehearsal. As I sat in the gym with Jeff, watching little Kate sprint back and forth, I was thinking I'd pulled it off. I may have flaked the recital for a while but Sarah was dressed as directed, with a gorgeous pony tail and we made it on time. My supermom status was not in jeopardy . . . Soon it was time for the big show. Jeff, Kate and I stood with the audience. As we waited for the kids to line up I looked around at the other families - every single parent had cameras pointed at the kids. My heart sank, I forgot the camera. Then they started dancing. "Okay, I forgot the camera, it's okay" I thought, "look at Sarah. She's out in front, smiling the biggest grin she's ever had. Just soak it up, enjoy the moment, I tell myself. She'll have another recital next month. And I'll be more organized; we'll get pictures next time." They finish the first song. Then Sarah, who landed right in front of me, looks over and says "Where's your camera mom?!?"

There goes my cape.

Riddled with guilt, I did what any busy mom would do - took the kid out for dinner at her favorite restaurant. After the kids were in bed I worked a while. While I shut down my computer I started thinking about Sarah's recital and how cute she was - and how nice it would be to have pictures to share with her Nana in Virginia. Then the guilt really kicked in - I started thinking how all my friends (other busy moms) would haved remembered their cameras, heck they all have blogs that they update almost every day. Not me, I still send pictures over email. What's up with that? Am I a computer nerd or not?

So here it is, in all it's glory, my first blog . . . complete without pictures.