Theatre children are too much

Youth theatre is typically a blast to work on all summer. But by the time we get to the end of what we affectionately call “hell week” everyone is so burnt out no one can think straight. We’re directing Peter Pan and me and my co director are working on the scene where Peter makes a raft out of a birds nest to escape. After trying to sort out what went wrong during a scene change, one of my kids says to me “the egg basket must have fallen.” I ask “Jake..do you mean, the nest?” looking defeated he just says, “Damn,” and walked away. Later that evening, while we’re performing, our theatre is a total shack, no insulation, no dry wall, nothing so you pretty much have to be completely silent back stage. This poor girl had to go from black oil based makeup around her eyes one scene, to nothing the next. We had already run through quite a few baby wipes during the weekend of shows but our theatre has enough stockpiled for the apocalypse. My director and I are sitting on the couch, feeling relieved we were almost through the weekend and almost to OUR weekend when this 12 year old girl comes racing down the 40 u ear old creaky wooden stairs the kids took to aggressively signing in permeant marker a few years ago. The girl coming down the stairs had tried to claim the top stair as her “porpety” while spelling her own last name wrong. Anyways she’s coming down the stairs as quietly as she can, makeup smeared across her face, in the most loud whisper I’ve ever heard “you GUYS. THERE ARE NO FUCKING WIPES.”