Decompression

They moved it even earlier!!!!! For a full rant about this subject, go here and here.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Yesterday was the show we put on. The weather wreaked havoc on our rehearsal schedule, but we ended up with 24 kids ages 2-12 participating. That was not including my children. I was iffy on DeBoy, but I thought for sure the Queen would participate because she loves being on stage (wonder where she got that? :) ). But she didn't want to. Which meant the Mountain Man had to leave work at a reasonable hour to pick up the kids while I was in rehearsal (I tried taking them with me a couple of times, but it was a disaster). So he's at work today to try to make up some of the time.

All our kids did really well. I was in great fear that a couple of them would be running all over the place during the show (because that's what they did in every rehearsal), but once I told them that if they left the stage they couldn't come back on it, they behaved fine. :) Once again, I deplore my skills, or lack thereof, as an accompanist, but I don't think too many people noticed except during one song when my little soloist panicked and ran through her line lickety-split without observing timing and such. But in general they seemed to enjoy it and have fun, and we raised a good bit of money for our local Humane Society.

The aftermath of a show is always odd for me. Usually there's a set to dismantle, but in this case, all I had to do was pick up a couple of programs off the floor and take the name tags off chairs. So I went to Taco Bell and sat all by myself and ate a grilled stuft burrito. Then I went home and ready to go back to some semblance of a routine. My house is in deplorable condition and my mother is coming next weekend. Let the panic begin!