Letter to the Other Parents at Dance Class

Dear Dance Moms,

Please accept my sincerest apologies.  I really, really, REALLY am not a snotty bi-otch.  Well, maybe sometimes...  Honestly, though, I'm just not good at small talk with people I don't know.  Unless I'm drunk.  Then I'll talk your ears off about everything from bad fashion to Brad Pitt's penis.  I digress; where was I?

Oh, right.  I'm not a snob; I'm just completely over the whole conversation thing.  As a teacher, I spend my entire day screaming at pleading with talking to folks.  In the afternoons, I'm done.  I need peace.  And quiet.  This hour between 4 and 5 p.m. in the studio is my time to rejuvenate before facing Mr. OCD, supper, bath time, homework time, etc.  For one hour, I just want to play my mindless little video game in the corner and unwind from a rather hectic day with some overly coddled, narcissistic teenagers.  Consider my anti-social behavior really a form of Transcendental Meditation.

Consequently, I implore you to understand my need for alone time.  Please don't talk about how unfriendly I am when I leave the room.  K?  Right now, I just want to kill these. damn. balls on Zuma's Revenge.  Crap; I'm dead!

Thank you so much for your support.

Sincerely,

G's Mom who ignores you at dance class
 

With a daughter this cute, it's understandable that they'd think I'm a bit snobbish.