Post Show Let Down
Okay, we're home again.
I still have only one shaven leg. The thing is, I don't really care. In fact, I seem to have been affected by Post Show Let Down, as we used to call it when I was in the drama club. You know, it's the phenomena that occurs after you've prepared and practiced for a show for months and then you've performed brilliantly for those too few short days and then... and then...
And then, well, nothing.
No bright lights. No applause. No cast party. Just endless summer days stretching out ahead --and not the fun kind. The rainy, hot and humid kind. (Have I complained enough about the weather? Because I can do more if anyone asks. Seriously, it's no trouble.)
I don't know what's wrong with me--the girls seem to have leapt right back into their lives, with play dates and swimming, etc. But my husband and I seem to be slogging through the minutia. You know, you go on vacation and life gets stripped down to just the family and the day's agenda and everything is all about living right in the present moment.
Then you come home and it hits you full in the face that the lawn needs to be mowed and the laundry is piled higher than the house and there's that pesky problem with the insurance company to deal with. And all of the pets and cars and the house and the pool (which turned green while we were gone) need maintenance. It zaps all the good energy out of me. It seems like there should be more to life than maintenance interspersed with the occasional vacation. And that you shouldn't have to come home from vacation and immediately set out to track down that horrible smell lurking somewhere downstairs.
Post Vacation Let Down.
Sigh.
I still have only one shaven leg. The thing is, I don't really care. In fact, I seem to have been affected by Post Show Let Down, as we used to call it when I was in the drama club. You know, it's the phenomena that occurs after you've prepared and practiced for a show for months and then you've performed brilliantly for those too few short days and then... and then...
And then, well, nothing.
No bright lights. No applause. No cast party. Just endless summer days stretching out ahead --and not the fun kind. The rainy, hot and humid kind. (Have I complained enough about the weather? Because I can do more if anyone asks. Seriously, it's no trouble.)
I don't know what's wrong with me--the girls seem to have leapt right back into their lives, with play dates and swimming, etc. But my husband and I seem to be slogging through the minutia. You know, you go on vacation and life gets stripped down to just the family and the day's agenda and everything is all about living right in the present moment.
Then you come home and it hits you full in the face that the lawn needs to be mowed and the laundry is piled higher than the house and there's that pesky problem with the insurance company to deal with. And all of the pets and cars and the house and the pool (which turned green while we were gone) need maintenance. It zaps all the good energy out of me. It seems like there should be more to life than maintenance interspersed with the occasional vacation. And that you shouldn't have to come home from vacation and immediately set out to track down that horrible smell lurking somewhere downstairs.
Post Vacation Let Down.
Sigh.
Comments
Nice to find your blog. :)
Or some money to pay them with...
Sigh. Go shave your leg. It will make you feel better.