Chickadee is trying a half-day back at school today. She’s been out for three weeks; I’m pretty sure dropping her off for the first day of kindergarten was easier than this morning. I put on a brave face to counter her nerves, got her settled, then cried all the way home. Fun!
And in the midst of everything else, I’m still going to be in The Vagina Monologues this week, because somehow I never gathered up the brain cells to say, “Hey, Self, perhaps you have a little too much going on right now to continue with this particular non-essential commitment?” I just kept reminding myself that it’s a charity benefit and somehow—even though I’ve missed half the rehearsals—this week it’s do or die. (Or, um, be embarrassed.)
As a delightful distraction from the rest of what’s going on right now, I offer you my post today at Off Our Chests, dealing with my recent adventures in makeup, courtesy of the show. (Spoiler: I’m still a complete dork.)