Sooo tired
posted in Dance |Today’s dose of BRM:
Left house in Suburban Alaska at 1:30 p.m. to head to Fancy Performing Arts Center in Big City.
Hauled a heavy laundry basket filled with various supplies two blocks across downtown Big City.
Spent 6.5 hours with 8 five- and six-year-old girls in one small room. Along with two other backstage moms.
Helped deal with a DVD player that didn’t have sound.
Coped with two little girls who missed their mommies.
Passed out copious amounts of string cheese, bottled water, crayons, coloring pages, and granola bars.
Scoped out Stage Right and Stage Left.
Helped herd little girls into costumes.
Fed little dancing bunnies imaginary carrots.
Helped herd half the little girls into Stage Left for the performance rehearsal while another of the backstage moms herded the other half into Stage Right.
Helped herd little girls all the little girls into Stage Right for the final bows.
Helped herd little girls out of costumes.
Watched the car in front of me at the garage exit try, for ten minutes, to come up with the right combination of dollar bills that the garage exit machine would accept.
Spent five minutes myself trying to get the garage exit machine to accept my credit card. Then realized I was inserting it in backwards.
Avoided the dead moose in the middle of the highway, only a few minutes after the large old pickup truck had hit it. Large old pickup truck was by the side of the road and quite crumpled-up front.
Stopped at Wendy’s for food.
Arrived home in Suburban Alaska at about 10 p.m.
