Things have been crazy for the last week.
I’m currently directing a play that opens the week after Thanksgiving, and I was in another show yesterday, with three performances in one day.
Neither are/were as huge of a commitment as they could be, but they’re as much as I can handle in this being-a-mama-is-my-number-one-priority phase of life.
I could really just re-run The Wonder Bra Avalanche, which I wrote last spring. This time I would call it the Navy Shoe Avalanche.
I can do fairly well with this deslobification thing as long as life is “normal.” But when I hit these periods, which do and always will come, and which, honestly, I love . . . things fall apart.
I have so much on my mind that I become consumed with all the things that must be accomplished . . . and house-related details like mopping or toilet-cleaning never cross my mind.
I also get clumsier when I’m in a hurry. I knock over a plant. I’m in a hurry, so I can’t be bothered to clean up the mess right then. By the time I come home again, I have more to think about and so I can’t be bothered to clean up the mess then either.
If I wait until the last minute to pull out my navy blue character shoes, the fact that there is only one in the spot where I was sure they both were, means that I end up pulling everything out of that cabinet, dumping it on the floor, and leaving it there because I’m in a hurry and need to spend three minutes searching in one more place for the shoe . . . instead of three minutes putting the stuff back.
But . . .
This is how it’s going to be. I love to do theatre. I’m not a pro, but it feeds my soul and I need to have a little of it in my life every once in a while.
When I get close to a performance, I get tunnel vision.
When I get tunnel vision, my house is going to suffer.
Honestly . . . I’m okay with that.
I’m just not okay with letting that make me feel like there’s no point in ever trying to do better once things get back to “normal.”
Like I used to do.
In the past on the blog, I’ve lamented my ability to keep the house under control during these crazy times.
This time, I’m looking at it differently. Knowing that I have new skills and habits in place to help me survive these periods, and to get me back on track when it’s over . . . allows me to fully enjoy these crazy times.