Accepting help

So Wednesday came. I was nervous and excited. Emily was coming over and I was driving us to the DRD practice location. My husband came home from work and the first thing he did was make fun of my make-up. He has this way of making me feel that much more nervous when I'm already nervous enough.
My make-up didn't actually look any different from any other day, in fact I was wearing less then I usually do, but apparently the cat eye wings I usually sport were slightly larger then he is used to.
So we got into an argument over him being a jerk, and by the time Emily came over I wasn't nervous anymore, just annoyed. On the way there I got lost, so we walked in later then we meant to.
Emily already knew Jenn (our unofficial captain as I like to call her.) and Brad our coach. So she was chatting away happily with them, and I was strapping on a bunch of padding and managed to put my wrist guards on the wrong hands and upside down. Yes, I am that talented!
So Jenn began showing us the basics of how skates work. How to turn, how to fall. And amazingly I made it around the floor without falling. Emily and I were both doing much better then we thought we would. We fell, and it hurt, but everytime we fell Jenn yelling "Bend your knees!" after the fact really helped to drill it in.
My most embarrassing moment that first time was when I was heading for some chairs to tighten my skates, forgetting there was a slope in the floor, and not bending my knees I lost all control and fell into some chairs. I got pretty tangled up in them. Everyone who saw managed to hold back their laughter long enough to make sure I was okay, but I was laughing pretty hard.
They had another practice on Friday at the rink. Since Emily and I were able to keep our balance, and propel ourselves forward we were told we could come to this practice. My sons 2nd birthday party was Saturday, and I had far to much running around to do. And the next practice after that I was unable to go, but I can't remember why. That night as I was laying in bed telling my husband about it, and he was asking when the next practice was I was explaining my busy schedule. His response "If you're not gonna commit to this, then there is no point in going back!"
I hate it when he's right. So I spent the next week thinking about if I could do this, and if I could commit 100% to it. How badly did I really want this. I went on Wednesday and by the end of that 2 hour practice there was no question, I was a Derby girl!