Last night we were pummeled with storms.
I made myself a stiff pineapple vodka and whipped up some food. Than Josh and I started to watch the Olympics, but grew bored with track and field semi-finals and switched to Most Extreme Elimnation Challenge on Spike TV. I don’t know if this is something to fess up to or not, but I LOVE that show…it’s seriously my favorite thing on cable these days. It’s…well, you know Mystery Science Fiction 3000 where they comment over the old movies? It’s like that, only they’re dubbing over an asian game show involving crazy stunts for prizes. I’ve learned that this is a much better show when you watch it with someone else. It’s embarressing to be alone and guffawing out loud.
It’s funny how, with the weekend just ahead, the stress of this week doesn’t seems so bad. I thought I was going to lose it on Wednesday. How does one sustain the energy necessary to do the following:
1. Roll around the floor with 3-5 yr. olds while successfully speaking their kiddie jargon.
2. Jump around teaching theater to 14-16 yr olds. Again, this involved trying to crack the code and speak their language.
3. Sell leotards and tights–while successfully upholding our return policies. (C’mon people, tights are like underwear, you just can’t return them).
4. Rehearse a dance show, while running it, owning it, directing it, and finding some gosh darn creativity within it.
5. Teach modern dance (more rolling around), to akward pre-teens who can’t organize their left foot from their right.
6. Next week, we add rehearsals for Winter’s Tale to the mix.
I CAN DO THIS…I did all of this last year. Sure, it was hard and I had a brand new marriage to work on…but I did it. I can do it again…really.