One of the bad things about my work schedule is that it doesn't leave much time for writing. I sort of have tunnel vision these days. I think about my family and my shows and that's about all my brain can handle right now. I've taken a break from even writing for Foodie Mama until May when things will slow down.
The first show is going well and rehearsals for the second one are underway. I've discovered a store called The Fresh Market, which is sort of like Whole Foods, and I like to go there for meats and produce. I eat Vietnamese food at least twice a week and I have to use every drop of willpower I have not to stop at the awesome donut shop between the apartment and the theatre each day.
Marcus and Dean came to spend the weekend with me. As soon as they were in the park leading to the theatre, Marcus's truck died. After a 2 1/2 hour wait for a tow truck (which, fortunately, was free and which was, incidentally, driven by a man named Sword), the repair was very simple and inexpensive. We spent a lot of time playing in the park, feeding the ducks and geese, exploring the Shakespeare Gardens and playing at my apartment. The weather was absolutely perfect on Saturday and we had a great time playing outside. We had dinner at Outback, where Dean had his first Bloomin' Onion. (Which, of course, he loved.) Dean got into the fireplace while Marcus was in the bathroom on Friday night and covered himself in soot. Heh, heh.
I got home early this morning and have been enjoying a great day off with my boys. Dean and I did some grocery shopping after a full morning of reading, playing with puppets, building with blocks and eating cookies. That's right--Mr. I-Only-Eat-Fruit likes oatmeal chocolate chip cookies! I know it's silly of me to be so excited about that, but GAH, Dean, it took 2 years for you to discover the simple pleasure of sitting on the snack step (our bottom step) and enjoying a cookie with your mom.
I got a new vacuum cleaner last week, which I used for the first time today. (Marcus took her on her maiden voyage around the house last week.) OH. MY. WORD. I love to vacuum, but this is ridiculous. This thing weighs 12 pounds and flies around the floor like a magic carpet. I am in lurv.
I miss you, my bloggy friends, and I do read your posts. Forgive my lack of comments, but know that I'm keeping up with each of you, cheering for you as you run races, are granted tenure, hatch chicks and raise your babies. I'll try to make a video on my webcam for you this week, but not before I get a brow wax.