I think we made it

In the [truly] immortal words of the lead character in my show, it is finished.

We open tonight.

Finally.

At some point during the party that follows the show, reviews will start to post online. People with iPhones (which is everyone except me) will read them and word will spread. What did they say? Did they like it? Do we have to look for work next month, or can I buy a new laptop?

And after tonight, irrespective of critics and ticket sales, I start to get my life back.

Right now it looks like this:

That’s our room. All my mess.

Underneath that pile is my writing desk.

My life also looks like this:

*sigh*. Well, at least I know they ate.

I took the kids to school for the first time in months this morning.  I overslept. I was cranky and snappy. There wasn’t enough food for lunches for everyone (not that I had time to make them all anyway). But damn, it was good to see them. I tripped over their shoes and ignored the clothes on the living room floor and gave them money, and sat with the pull of truth inside of what a terrible job I’ve done on the parenting side of things during this production period.

I’m glad we’re at the end of this.

Lots of people have jumped in to help us get through the past couple months, including my mom, my sister, and some of the best babysitters in the world. CC is amazing, the way he’s kept everything running while going into production on his own show. The kids have also stepped up and taken on more responsibility. All while I get to work with some of my favorite people, doing a pretty kick-ass thing. I’m a very, very lucky woman.

Hey, when did we get a rat?

To all the incredibly talented people – and I do not say that lightly – that I am fortunate enough to work with, I say: Thank you. Break legs. And, hopefully unnecessarily preemptively, Ben Brantley is a twat.

Merde!

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24 thoughts on “I think we made it

  1. So proud of you and your family! BTW, love the rat on your bed. I have something similar…along with a cat. Which, I swore we would never have as long as I lived! 😉

  2. Congratulations, JM!!!! So excited and happy for you, you kick-chipmunk-tail woman. I’m sure the show is AMAZING, and you’ll get to enjoy it even more now that you’ll have some time back for yourself!

  3. JM, You didn’t tell us which play you were working on so we could CHEER when the great reviews come out … I love that you love your work so much, and believe me, I’m sure you’re NOT a terrible mother and it’s good for kids to see parents doing the work they love — and I can tell from how you write about them you love them to the moon, and THAT’s what is most important (and clean underwear). Can’t wait to hear your back-to-life stories!!

  4. Have a great opening Julie, I love that show, some of the people in it, some of the people associated with it but most of all YOU!
    Merde!

  5. Wow, that seems to be a surprisingly small number of dishes in your sink given all the people who live there! I’m sure JC will be great. Looking forward to getting some Half-Assed parenting back in my blog feed!

  6. Hang in there and CONGRATULATIONS on your show opening!
    Things get crazy sometimes but it’s SO good to know you have a loving, strong family backing you up!
    🙂

  7. Wait, wait, wait. A sound person without an iPhone? Is that even legal on Broadway? We missed you out in Vegas by the way.

  8. Congratulations! So excited to hear about what is to come! Oh and enjoy! No shame on the kitchen thats exactly what mine looks like before my cleaning service came in. I would be lost without them, and I have no shame admitting it. Congrats again!

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