Braids are so cool

I wish I could make braids. Ever since R Kelly made that song called Hair Braider, I have been longing to be able to braid like a champ. Okay, that is not entirely true, cause I actually want to be able to braid my own hair, more than I would want to braid someone else’s hair. The (argh, this sentence takes forever to type cause my hair is so freaking itchy!) thing is, I can braid normally, but I cannot make it as beautiful as on the picture:

Tough

 I wish I could though, cause look how cool and tough I look with hair like this? All of a sudden I feel like a boxer, like a talented one even! Plus, it also feels really good to have your hair out of your face. Though it is a problem that there is a lot of stuff in my hair, which really makes my scalp itch, and then there is the pulling of the braids, cause it is done quite tight by the hairdresser. She said she makes real braids, so I was going to get hurt, but I was totally fine. A few hours later though, I am like: aaaah can I please de-braid my hair and wash it!

The problem is that I did not just get these braids for fun (or to have a boxer chick kinda tribute to the late Mr. Ali). I got them because my hip hop dance school has its annual end show in the theatre of our city. Pretty exciting, but also extremely exhausting. Even though I have no kids of my own, I was on the list for being a helping parent, meaning with a group of 13 women (and two men) we have to watch, dress, entertain, undress and organize hundreds of kids. I think it literally is 400 kids, having to come in, know which group they are in, getting their clothes, putting them on, bringing them back to the room, making sure they are in line for when they have to do their part of the show, then undress them, and then keep them in the big room again, trying to keep them hydrated (it’s hot!) and entertained (kids start fighting

I think it literally is 400 kids, having to come in, know which group they are in, getting their clothes, putting them on, bringing them back to the room, making sure they are in line for when they have to do their part of the show, then undress them, and then keep them in the big room again, trying to keep them hydrated (it’s hot!) and entertained (kids start fighting eachother if you do not entertain them).

It was pretty crazy, but I had been warned so it was kinda okay, but I do really feel like going to bed now, not sure if I am up for another day of this craziness. Today we did the lighting, making sure everybody knew where to stand, and then in the evening we did the show one more time before the actual show tomorrow. So tomorrow all those kids will come in, their clothes (which they have just taken off randomly) have to be sorted out, et cetera. It is pretty crazy how the helping parents are actually people that dance in the show too, as there are sooo many parents out there that just sit down and watch, or today: that just drop off their kids and assume we will take care of them.

I must say, it went pretty well. Even though I said in advance that I’d rather get a job that did not have much to do with kids cause I am not good with them (which seriously made some of the ladies think: what kind of witch is she!?), I enjoyed getting the kids lemonade, answering their questions and having little conversations with them. They totally have no clue that we are all helping them for them, not for us, so they are not very grateful and sometimes even rude, but some of them are pretty adorable and sweet.

Anyway, I am totally not talking about braids anymore, silly me. I should leave them in while sleeping tonight, so I’d better go to bed soon, thankfully I am hyper tired, so I should not roll around in my sleep too much, and I will not have a lot of time to feel the itch, yay. I really hope our show goes well tomorrow, but I am certain we will have a blast.

Enjoy your Sunday!

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