My last few blog post have read like something written by a show-offy 9 year old. I've been living on brownies for dinner two nights of three. It's 8:05 pm and I'm too tired to take off my clothes and go to bed.
Never again will I schedule this much stuff in a two week period. Never. Ever.
But the first take home final is done. The first weekend of the play is over, and almost all of my volunteer obligations for that are met (and I actually had a great time in the process). My children (who are the stars of the photo collage, if not of the play itself - click on the collage for a blow up) did wonderfully. Both have a marvelous stage presence and are far more comfortable than I was on stage at their ages.
I did get in a couple of runs this week. I have clean laundry and a fully stocked fridge for the week. So things aren't all bad. Next weekend will be even crazier than this one (we add a Christmas tree-buying outing and cast party to the mix, plus studying for the in-class final), but then it'll be DONE.
[And I'll start writing like an angel again. Yep. I will.]