On Fridays, the girls and I go to music class. When I first found out about this class, I thought that it would be a great opportunity for the girls (and myself)- I believed that it would be an educational and social experience. The girls and I would get out of the house, meet and make new friends, learn and sing songs together. Oh what fun we would have!
The very first time we went to music class, the girls were a bit clingy but still participated in the activities and they also played with the other kids in the class. It was exactly what I thought that it would be. It could only get better. The second time we went to music class, Gisella went around the circle and greeted her friends.
Giuliana stayed by my side but later participated and had fun with the other kids. Until the instruments came out. Actually, she was fine playing the instruments, it was when we had to put them away that she had a meltdown. It was all over after that. Of course, later on that day, I found out that she had tonsillitis, so I attributed her behavior to her not feeling well.
Then there was today's class. I walked in the door full of high hopes for fun and games until almost
immediately Giuliana started to cry clinging to my leg. I was finally able to get Gisella out of her car seat, and although she did not cry, she would not let go of me either. Needless to say, it did not get any better. I am not sure how I even made it to the 'circle of friends'. Once I sat down on the floor, both girls sat on my lap and held onto my sleeve for dear life.
Giuliana cried on and off the entire class time, which, by the way, felt like an eternity. We did not participate in any of the activities, in fact, the teacher even skipped over us. All of the other mothers sent sympathetic glances my way - most likely glad that it was not their kid crying.
Of course once class was over and we got into the car, both girls started talking and singing to one another. Oh well, maybe I won't ask for my refund just yet.