You may not know this about me, but I get crazy when I do not have the time to sit down, and read a book. The past few weeks have been spent tackling all the little chores that I didn’t get done during the production week of Oliver. I guess you can say I am playing a mean game of “catch-up” right now. I hate playing “catch-up” although it does feel good to finally mark some stuff off my “to do” list.
Of course the downside is that all my reading.. the “to read” pile and the “currently reading” pile begin to collect a thick layer of dust as I rudely ignore them. In the back of my mind the clock is always ticking. Next week is book group and I have yet to crack the book open. It’s a long one too but life keeps getting in the way.
Last night my son started rehearsals for his next show, Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Audtions begin next week and the cycle starts all over again. With work, the commute home and extra-curricular activities I end up with 30 min to myself at the end of the day and usually I don’t do much with that 30 min. I usually end up collapsing in bed and calling it a day.
I guess there is no easy way to work it all in and sometimes it is just easier to throw your hands up, take a deep breath and just accept that you do what you can, when you can and that that may not be a bad thing afterall. Right?