pizza for supper

Well.... here we go. Today I taught class, prepped for tomorrow, raced home, grabbed the kids off of the bus, raced back to school with them in tow and met with a few teachers about the fall play that I am directing. I then..... possibly for the first time ever in my life....... mourned the fact that I don't have a cell phone. I had to drive home, order a pizza, and then drive back to the center of town to go and pick it up. The kids had an hour and a half before bed time......(gasp)

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Pizza for supper........ It's good. There can be no argument about that. It just feels like such a cop out, and I am looking at that cop out pretty often for the next two months. Directing the play at the high school is no little thing. I mean its not protecting the president or anything, but it really is a ton of time and massive effort to take on while trying to teach and have a family...especially on those days when Jenny works. Fortunately, Henry and Nora wanted me to do it possibly more than I wanted to. 

There was this defining moment for me the last time that I did this that I will never forget. It was hell week: practice every day after school for hours... doing all of my correcting while directing totally stressed out kids... one week until show time. I was completely exhausted... bone tired..... and I sat down in this high back chair set up on the stage  while the kids were taking a break for supper. The lights were low, the auditorium was empty, I fell asleep in about five minutes. Not a light sleep either. I was out. I woke up... I actually don't know how long later and the stage was full, honestly, of probably 15 or so kids completely asleep around me. One of them was leaning up against the chair I was sitting on. The rest were completely crashed everywhere on the stage in various stages of snoring and sleep.  

It is their stress as well as mine. Getting through an endeavor like this is like taking on the appalachian trail with a group of people. If you weren't friends before you will be forged together by the end. This is what I am taking on starting in a couple of weeks. Am I intimidated.... yup, and oddly looking forward to the pressure.