Let's Do the Tree Scene One More Time

I've never completely forgotten about my blog before. Never. But yesterday -- my first day at BlogHer -- I totally forgot about my own blog. I've heard this happens to people, but I always laughed and thought that would never happen to me.

Hmm.

I wrapped up and ran out the door at five to overnight some paperwork and pick up the little angel for Nutcracker dress rehearsal -- the third one this week. We got there and they had scheduled both a wedding rehearsal and a ballroom dance class in the upper studio where the little kids were supposed to wait between scenes and use as a temporary dressing room. So there we are, trying to keep 20 little kids dressed as gingerbread cookies and white birds from trashing their costumes on the carpet because they can't run around on the dance floor. IT WAS SO FUN!

After the first 45 minutes, I went downstairs. They appeared to be still doing the opening scene. Then I heard it -- they started the music over. I'm supposed to be volunteering to run birds up and down at the actual performance, so I'd been hoping to use last night to gauge how long it takes in between when the show starts and when I need to bring the birds down. No dice.

I went back up, pulled the little angel off the carpet, showed her the dirt on her knees. Sighed.

Two and a half hours later, we were finally released into the freezing night air. The little angel was so tired she was half-crying for her bed as I stuffed her in the tub to get all the junk out of her hair. She passed out on the first book.

I, myself, didn't last long. After attempting to make myself a tuna sandwich and setting off the fire alarm, I gave up and took a bath.

And then I dreamed about them starting the tree scene over and over until we did indeed reach the edge of hell.