My hiatus, while completely intentional, was not welcome. In fact, it was a little miserable, and I don't mean just the not-blogging part. I've been really busy, you guys.
My days for the last six weeks have been as follows: get up at eight AM, zoom through a Starbucks for some much-needed caffeine, and arrive at camp by 9:15. Between the hours of 9:30 and 3:00 wrangle children, break up fights, make sure they eat lunches, attempt to teach them dances, avoid being bitten. Rush home at 3:15, eat something, do my hair, head off to the casino by 4:45. Walk around in heels, serving drinks until two in the morning. Get home by 3:00 AM and attempt to get as much sleep as possible before waking up and doing it all again.
I think it goes without saying that there have been a lot of tears. Tears of pure exhaustion. In fact, in a moment of sheer desperation I called my mom on the way to work and told her I was going to quit my casino job that very night. She, as mothers tend to do, persuaded my to maybe think that decision over after I'd had some sleep.
What would we do without mothers?
Anyways, I have a two-week break from the camps before my last round of madness, but I'm using this lull in my schedule to get Blatheration up and running again. Because I've really missed blogging. Also, sleeping. I've missed sleeping a lot.
And now for a short list of very important updates from the last six weeks:
1. I (finally) got a camera. No more phone pictures for me!
2. Ricky has taken to blow-torching the kitchen on a regular basis. He has this thing about fruit flys, and now spends his free time with a small can of WD-40 and a lighter manically purging the kitchen of the tiny offenders. The result has been an influx of fly carcasses and black smudges all over everything that give the appearance that the kitchen recently underwent atomic bomb testing.
3. Although the heat wave that is wiping out the entire country is blatantly avoiding Seattle, it is finally feeling a bit like summer around here. Sometimes I go to the park beside my apartment and if I squint my eyes just a little, it feels like Paris.
4. I've made some important life decisions. As much as I enjoy my job (well, as much as I enjoy making such good money) I've decided that it's time to move on. Working at night has prevented me from auditioning for things as rehearsals often take place in the evening, and performances always do. So I haven't been performing. Which is a problem. Also, I miss having evenings free, cooking, seeing Ricky every day, having a social life, ect.
So. Things have changed a bit around here and more changes are on their way. But stay tuned! I'm back for good this time. Promise.
|Self-portrait. Couldn't help it.|