I have a wonderful husband. After I came home with $100 of groceries and a promise to be more organized about meals, he still didn't complain when I made scrambled eggs for dinner last night. It's been weeks since the last time he didn't have to rummage through multiple baskets of clean clothes just to find a complete outfit. Tonight I'll probably be asleep before he gets home from his second job at AutoZone. If 2013 was a year of excitement and firsts, 2014 is shaping up to be a year of putting our noses to the grindstone and getting stuff done.
This is production week for the high school, and it is wearing me about as thing as I ever hope to be worn. It's a combination of worry about not be ready, futility of voicing my opinion, and general time that needs to be offered up in order to get these kids through the weekend with their dignity intact. I have mostly wonderful things to say about the kids and amount of talent produced by such a small town, but they've been set expectations that are way beneath their capabilities. I wish I could fix that.
Anyway, come see the play. It will make their hearts happy to have an audience there to watch them, and maybe you will be able to see the wealth of potential beneath the dearth of direction.
