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Brilliant_Rock
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Happy New Year, mamas. It''s the first monday of the year, so I''m starting my resolution to try to post on PS every week day.
We''re moving on the 10th of February and of course DH will be out of the country from the 1st to the 7th. I''m already having packing nightmares. We visited the house yesterday and his family "stopped by" for two hours. Boundary setting is hard for DH, but he is starting to see that maybe my worries about that aren''t entirely baseless.
It''s been a painful few days. I auditioned for a show (the Vagina Monologues) and the second I walked out of the audition, I realized that I liked the concept of the show, and I love the feeling of being a good performer, but I don''t want to do this any more. It''s not feeding my soul. And of course I got a part. (I know, wah wah wah.) I also was called in to choreograph a non-dancing "movement" piece for this production in Chicago...their other person dropped out and they are panicking because the show goes up in 2 weeks and of course I''m like "Oh, sure, I''ll help!" cuz I like feeling like a super hero and it''s just not fun any more.
I''d love to be Lili Tomlin or Whoopi Goldberg back in the day and do a one woman show a la Erma Bombeck. (In fact, that would be a heck of a one woman show, doing her material...hmmmm.)
But for now, I need to just write. Not skits or sketches or scripts. Stories. My stories. Don''t know what''s going to happen.
Right now I''m just grieiving...it took me almost 20 year to pursue my dream of Second City and Chicago theater and I am now being honest that it''s not what I thought it was going to be and it doesn''t feed my soul. Grief.
Again, wah wah wah. I know. Woe is me.
I made cookies to ease the pain (also to avoid choreographing. I''m stumped.)
They are also throwing tantrums, which I thought were the domain of a 2 year old. THIS is how they choose to be advanced? They like to eat with utensils, though. Not well, and not always getting it right (they''ll "stab" the food on the fork and then pull it off with their fingers, put the food in their mouths with their fingers, then follow up with the fork in the mouth.)
They are also screechers. I call them my howler monkeys. I know they are super frustrated about talking, and I teach them signs and how to point, but I swear the default is SCREAMING. Fortunately, not in public. They seem to like to make lotsa blood-curling noises just for me. Good thing they''re cute.
Tomorrow is the delayed 15 month ped appt (they were sick a month ago and I hadn''t rescheduled it). More shots. Whee!
They are master criminals, though...any lock they will break, any childproofing they will outwit, any bottle of lotion on any shelf they will work together to grab (and then eat.) L''s breath smells like Desitin (I DON''T let him suck on it, but he''s fast!)
MSB, I am so sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts.
Diva -- happy belated 18 months! How time is flying!
Tacori -- Hooray for the final approach re: PT. The joy, the joy.
Burk -- hey woman! OMG I cannot imagine lil T 5''11"! That seems soooo far away, though. Hope you aren''t too exhausted after your first day back.
Hi Lili!
Mrs S -- tomorrow is back to school day, huh? You must be excited!
Janine -- re: tantrums. My Jackson does the same thing. No advice, just empathy! I feel like I have to pry him off of me...but if I leave the house, once he realizes I''m outta earshot, he''s perfectly fine. Oh the drama!
We''re moving on the 10th of February and of course DH will be out of the country from the 1st to the 7th. I''m already having packing nightmares. We visited the house yesterday and his family "stopped by" for two hours. Boundary setting is hard for DH, but he is starting to see that maybe my worries about that aren''t entirely baseless.
It''s been a painful few days. I auditioned for a show (the Vagina Monologues) and the second I walked out of the audition, I realized that I liked the concept of the show, and I love the feeling of being a good performer, but I don''t want to do this any more. It''s not feeding my soul. And of course I got a part. (I know, wah wah wah.) I also was called in to choreograph a non-dancing "movement" piece for this production in Chicago...their other person dropped out and they are panicking because the show goes up in 2 weeks and of course I''m like "Oh, sure, I''ll help!" cuz I like feeling like a super hero and it''s just not fun any more.
I''d love to be Lili Tomlin or Whoopi Goldberg back in the day and do a one woman show a la Erma Bombeck. (In fact, that would be a heck of a one woman show, doing her material...hmmmm.)
But for now, I need to just write. Not skits or sketches or scripts. Stories. My stories. Don''t know what''s going to happen.
Right now I''m just grieiving...it took me almost 20 year to pursue my dream of Second City and Chicago theater and I am now being honest that it''s not what I thought it was going to be and it doesn''t feed my soul. Grief.
Again, wah wah wah. I know. Woe is me.
I made cookies to ease the pain (also to avoid choreographing. I''m stumped.)
They are also throwing tantrums, which I thought were the domain of a 2 year old. THIS is how they choose to be advanced? They like to eat with utensils, though. Not well, and not always getting it right (they''ll "stab" the food on the fork and then pull it off with their fingers, put the food in their mouths with their fingers, then follow up with the fork in the mouth.)
They are also screechers. I call them my howler monkeys. I know they are super frustrated about talking, and I teach them signs and how to point, but I swear the default is SCREAMING. Fortunately, not in public. They seem to like to make lotsa blood-curling noises just for me. Good thing they''re cute.
Tomorrow is the delayed 15 month ped appt (they were sick a month ago and I hadn''t rescheduled it). More shots. Whee!
They are master criminals, though...any lock they will break, any childproofing they will outwit, any bottle of lotion on any shelf they will work together to grab (and then eat.) L''s breath smells like Desitin (I DON''T let him suck on it, but he''s fast!)
MSB, I am so sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts.
Diva -- happy belated 18 months! How time is flying!
Tacori -- Hooray for the final approach re: PT. The joy, the joy.
Burk -- hey woman! OMG I cannot imagine lil T 5''11"! That seems soooo far away, though. Hope you aren''t too exhausted after your first day back.
Hi Lili!
Mrs S -- tomorrow is back to school day, huh? You must be excited!
Janine -- re: tantrums. My Jackson does the same thing. No advice, just empathy! I feel like I have to pry him off of me...but if I leave the house, once he realizes I''m outta earshot, he''s perfectly fine. Oh the drama!