Today has been a bit of a letdown.
After four weeks of intense rehearsal schedules and four days of stellar performances for the Rural Cass County Community Theaterâ€™s inaugural production, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, today I returned to my normal routine.
I had to do my own make up this morning. No bright colors, no glitter, and since Iâ€™ve never quite been able to master the art of eyeliner, thereâ€™s none of that either.Â It is rather boring.
And no one will stand up and cheer or give me flowers for turning in my story at the end of the day, no matter how good it might be.
The past month has been an insane whirlwind of chaotic scheduling. (I actually had to color-coordinate our familyâ€™s rehearsal schedules, work schedules, babysitter schedules, visitor schedules and squirts softball games and practices, print them up, and post them on the refrigerator so I wouldnâ€™t forget anything and everyone in the family would know when we had to be where.) It has been a hectic disarray of commotion as I tried to synchronize bedtimes with rehearsal times, make sure meals were not missed, and remember to do laundry so we would have clean clothes to wear (no easy feat in a house with an 8-month-old who continually spits up on clean shirts and wipes strained pea-covered fingers across freshly laundered pants) and vacuum frequently so said 8-month old would not find a strayÂ sequin or an errant grape to cram into his mouth before I could dash to extract it from his clutches.Â Â Â Â Â Â
Despite the bedlam, this past month has also been incredibly fun. I have thoroughly enjoyed learning to sing in eight-part harmony while simultaneously trying to keep up with high-school and college students in the dance routines. But the best part has been making new friendships, getting to know the cast and crew, and watching my husband (who played Joseph) and 7-year-old daughter (who was in the childrenâ€™s chorus) grow as performers.
I know this will be an experience we will all look back on with laughter (like the time the butlerâ€™s moustache fell off and when the golden cup broke in two) and fond memories (such as the look my daughter gave my husband when he sang with her at the beginning of the show.)
So, while Iâ€™m saddened this yearâ€™s show is over, Iâ€™m looking forward to next yearâ€™s production and all of the adventure that will undoubtedly come with it.
*Photos courtesy Jen Baumgarten.