Pardon Me While I Indulge in Some Post-Performance Letdown ....

Or is it elation?

If you've ever been in a play, helped with one, directed one, or been a mom who was recruited to act as if you know what you're doing, then you know what I mean. You're tired, you're happy, you're proud and you're ready.

Last night when I went to bed, the only things left on my Youth Choir Musical To-Do List were, "Return costumes to Mr. H. [who did a load of work himself] ... turn in receipts ... have glass of wine."  

Because in the preceding weeks/months, I had successfully crossed off:

• Pretend to be a choreographer

• Dream up goofy moves (with enormous help from my daughters) for eight songs and 32 kids

• Teach goofy moves to 32 kids in record time due to scheduling blip 

• Add Waiting for Guffman to Netflix queue 

• Pray with my kids every night for success of show

• Have dream that stage is unavailable on show night and that we must perform the musical in my dining room. 

• Thank God for showing my kids how He answers prayers (i.e., the day we prayed before we headed to Goodwill that we'd find the right supplies ... and we found exactly the right fabric for two "Joseph's-Coat-of-Many-Colors." Two of them. We found the goblet. We found the 17 ball caps we needed. We found fabric for all the brothers' hats ... God and Goodwill are good.) 

• Marvel at how lovely people are: great kids, great families, great moms and dads who come bearing peanut butter sandwiches, stage make-up, and a willingness to do whatever tasks we assign them

• Thank God  for success of show. He always comes through. 

And so did these guys: