A Lot Of Drama
I guess people heading into DC these days feel the need to become completely inebriated. I wonder why?
|Poor things - they don't know they're doomed|
As soon as we returned, Theater Arts Madness started. Rachel was at rehearsal for Beauty and the Beast until 10 every night that week. Then there were the weekend shows and Sign-Up Geniuses appearing in my email every other minute to cajole me into working shifts at the concession stand and the ticket office and I don't know what all.
You know, my hat is off to all you non-homeschooling parents. How do you DO all this? I have to admit, I was looking forward to the fact that the last performance would be this Saturday evening - that is, until I saw today's email, which cheerfully announced that the cast party would be held in the next town over from 10 PM until midnight on Saturday night.
Are Theater Arts parents vampires or something? I don't know about anyone else, but I have a packed day this Sunday, and the thought of staying up late to retrieve Rachel from a party Saturday night makes me want to cry. I tried foisting the job off on Larry, but he reminded me he would be getting up even earlier than me on Sunday, to drive Rachel to some 5K for Lyme thing she is running in.
|The sad one had to do the late pick-up, I'm guessing|
Teens are exhausting, is what I am trying to say. Or else I'm just too old for this - that's a distinct possibility.