Saturdays. Sigh. I still get excited about the end of the week. Friday mornings start with a rumor that I might be sleeping in on Saturday.
Saturday morning. Up. early. I have to work on a scholarship application for my little girl’s tuition next. Complete the summer camp form so both girls can attend PushPush Theater’s summer program.
My husband helps me. He mows the lawn. Curses at the dying lawn mower. Changes spark clubs. Decides that decking the house out in American flags is a better idea (we have an inside joke running about making our house tacky as hell every holiday opportunity we can get).
We work on our budget. Boring. Depressing. I decide to look for work. Again.
My dog licks my face. My little one hugs and blows me a kiss. Everything is beautiful.
Nap. I got a really long nap. On to the gym…
Home. Improv.
Come see our show tonight! Know that a lot went into this performance: parenting, patriotism, fiscal responsibility, pet love, and most importantly, a nap.