And how chaotic it has been. After twelve consecutive days of full rehearsals and six performances, we finally finished the production at work. By the end of Friday night, we were all completely shattered – the staff were exhausted, the kids were exhausted, even The Bloke was exhausted after being my personal taxi service all week and we had done it all during the hottest week of the year so far. I had counted down the days religiously for the last month, creating a list that I ticked off at the end of each day. However, rather ironically, after the final performance had ended on Friday night I was sad that it was over. It was going to be the last time I would ever work with some of my favourite students and it was my last ever show, and I felt an unbelievable sense of pride of everything that we had all achieved. My colleagues felt the same, and even my boss (who is normally very calm and collected) was so overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of what we had accomplished together in the last few weeks that he shed a few tears, which set me and many of the students off with him. My mum had come down on the train to see the performance too, and I was pleased that she enjoyed it, which I find quite amusing as she’s seen every performance I have done since I started playing the violin at eight years old, and at 33 I still seek her approval and value her opinion.
On Saturday morning, I was wide awake with some of the songs from the show in my head going round in a loop. My mum was staying for the weekend, and we had planned to go into Birmingham for a wander round. However, I was so tired we ended up going to a local pub, had a nice lunch, spent some time relaxing in the park in the glorious weather, and then we had a sleep for the rest of the afternoon. In fact, she pretty much slept for the rest of the time she was here – she’s had a horrible time at work recently and she’s been stressed and tired, so it was nice that she could completely relax and get some rest in the same way that I do when I go to her house.
However, this means that the blog, very much like so many areas of my life at the minute, is in a total mess, and after what seems like forever I finally have time to myself so I can attempt to catch up. I’m going to be over at #SundayBlogShare on Twitter for a large part of the day (which is trending again) and replying to comments that were left as long as three weeks ago. Even better, my head teacher has very graciously given me some days in lieu of the time that I have had to work on my days off, so I don’t have to go into work until Thursday.
What about you guys? Tell me how you have been getting on and catch me up!