It wasn't the dolling up of the daughter who was a Homecoming attendant that was so difficult.
It wasn't the driving at breakneck speeds to be there on time.
It wasn't even the pressure to take good pictures for family members who would most certainly ask for a photo.
It was sitting on the wooden bleachers.
I discovered after about 20 minutes of sitting that bleachers were most likely made for:
*Gumby or other very bendy people
*Small folks who do not require much room
*Children who are naturally wiggly and at home in confined spaces
*People on crack
They were not made for people who:
*Might be just a tad overweight
*Don't enjoy sitting with knees and elbows and shouting, cheering, jostling crowds around them
And I had to sit through 2 basketball games sitting on those torturous wooden bleachers. And there was much cheering and shouting and jostling. And knees and elbows.
But, it was all worth it when I saw my oldest child on the arm of My Hubs, looking all Christmas Princessy with her rose.
Two hours of painful bleacher sitting = worth it.