Mother’s Day weekend officially kicked some Hollywood Mom butt.
My child star rehearsed for the musical “Grease!” Friday night and worked as background in 2 performances on Saturday. Not bad, except these musical theater shenanigans all took place in Santa Monica, California which is NOT where I reside. In fact the theater is about 30 minutes (one-way with no traffic) from where I reside. And because I live in the world of “nothing is simple,” there was a 5 hour gap between performances one and two on Saturday.
So, I did what any good Momager wrangling a gang of 9-year-olds dressed as Danny, Sandy, Rizzo and Frenchy would do in order to kill time. I took them to see “Nim’s Island,” which I actually blogged about just the other day. Admittedly not their first choice (sorry kids) but one Greaser’s parents are strict sticklers for “G” ratings.
All in all, “Nim’s Island“ is a pleasant film that kept the group entertained and it refrains from tear jerking ploys like dead pets (Sounder, Old Yeller) and dead friends (Bridge to Teribithia). Although in the spirit of mother’s day, as in most classic children’s films (Bambi, Finding Nemo, Lemony Snickett, Nanny McPhee), the story begins with the age-old formula of “Dead Mom.”
The “dead mom” theme was actually apropos because after two days of constant driving and child star wrangling I myself felt a lttle on the lifeless side and was really looking forward to a relaxing mother’s day, filled with cards, flowers, a kid-made breakfast and what is that you say? Driving? Yes! More driving!
But not to the beach like yesterday – to the DESERT this time! A really nice, LONG drive, with lots of big rigs on torn up roads. Quite frankly, a drive to put all other drives to shame. But it’s mother’s day after all and we must pay our respects to the Grandmothers, Mothers, Aunts and Sisters in our lives – regardless of their remote locations.
Isn’t that what we do everyday as moms and as Momagers? Spend a great deal of our lives chauffering the little stars in our life around town? How about it ladies, how much time do you spend each week driving to auditions, photo shoots and booked gigs not to mention school, work, soccer pratice? I’m willing to guess it’s more time than you bargained for and that a few of those trips are at neck breaking speeds down the 405 trying to make that call time. So in honor of “Grease!” and Mother’s Day, I leave you with this driving mom mantra:
Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile
(Greased lightning go greased lightning)
Go greased lightning you’re coasting through the heat lap trial
(Greased lightning go greased lightning)
You are supreme, the Kids will Scream for greased lightning!
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
