"Mom I have like over an hour and a half I'm fine..." *Twenty minutes later* "Oh my gosh mom what am I going to do I don't have enough time to get ready! I'm going to be late and my date is going to be waiting on me!!"
Four years of high school dances and my getting ready routine always stayed the same. You would've thought that I learned my lesson after my first dance, yet all the way up to my last one I still find myself scraping for time and using up every second I can spare. I don't know what it is that makes me keep this annoying habit. Maybe it's the rush I get when I check my phone and see my time running out, the way my mom and I run around like chickens with their heads cut off, or just the plain fact that I should know better by now, but still can't seem to get it together.
My hair is still half wet when I start curling it, none of my curls will stay (partially because of it still being wet), so I have to curl it two to three more times, burning my fingers by accident by touching the curling iron, messing up my nail polish, or running late to the hair appointment I had, that's probably going to take an hour or so. You name it, something is always going wrong. This year I experienced a new one though, it was along the lines of being ready, but putting on my dress to find out I sent it for a week to get alterations and not all of them were complete, so my mom is stabbing me trying to pin it with the safety pins she has on hand...oh the joys of getting ready.
You know guys have it easy. All they do is jump in the shower, comb their hair, put on their clothes, throw on some cologne, and they're good to go. While I'm over here having a mental break down and panic attack trying to get all dolled up.
Ok maybe I'm exaggerating a little, and sure I complain about it, but all the stress I face while getting ready is forgotten and worth it when I see the look on my parents face and my date's as I walk down my stairs finally ready.
As I finished getting ready for my last high school dance I looked back and took in the bitter sweet moment. I may have waited until the last minute a few too many times, but I'm going to miss all those jam packed moments. And the next time I have to get ready for a dance.....I'm probably still going to be running late and around like crazy. It's too late to quit now!
Four years of high school dances and my getting ready routine always stayed the same. You would've thought that I learned my lesson after my first dance, yet all the way up to my last one I still find myself scraping for time and using up every second I can spare. I don't know what it is that makes me keep this annoying habit. Maybe it's the rush I get when I check my phone and see my time running out, the way my mom and I run around like chickens with their heads cut off, or just the plain fact that I should know better by now, but still can't seem to get it together.
My hair is still half wet when I start curling it, none of my curls will stay (partially because of it still being wet), so I have to curl it two to three more times, burning my fingers by accident by touching the curling iron, messing up my nail polish, or running late to the hair appointment I had, that's probably going to take an hour or so. You name it, something is always going wrong. This year I experienced a new one though, it was along the lines of being ready, but putting on my dress to find out I sent it for a week to get alterations and not all of them were complete, so my mom is stabbing me trying to pin it with the safety pins she has on hand...oh the joys of getting ready.
You know guys have it easy. All they do is jump in the shower, comb their hair, put on their clothes, throw on some cologne, and they're good to go. While I'm over here having a mental break down and panic attack trying to get all dolled up.
Ok maybe I'm exaggerating a little, and sure I complain about it, but all the stress I face while getting ready is forgotten and worth it when I see the look on my parents face and my date's as I walk down my stairs finally ready.
As I finished getting ready for my last high school dance I looked back and took in the bitter sweet moment. I may have waited until the last minute a few too many times, but I'm going to miss all those jam packed moments. And the next time I have to get ready for a dance.....I'm probably still going to be running late and around like crazy. It's too late to quit now!
I am so glad that I'm a guy. That's crazy that your dress had unfinished alterations! That must have been stressful. But you pulled it together! I saw pictures of prom and you could have fooled me. I would never have guessed that you ran into any problems while getting ready. I agree, those jam packed moments are full of adrenaline and for some reason I love them.
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