I'm really tired. Really, REALLY tired. We've had evening rehearsals all week and didn't get home until well after ten o'clock from last nights. I had to threaten both kids with cruelly creative consequences if they didn't take showers before going to bed. (Because hair wax [to control the frizzies for ballet buns], glitter spray, and a full-face of theater makeup equals pillowcases that you have to throw away).
My ten-year-old still has traces of eyeliner from last night's dress rehearsal, and it's freaking me out every time I look at her.
My thirteen-year-old is just plain mean from lack of sleep (my little contribution to her genetic makeup?).
I have scads of cute pictures to share with you, but I'm way too tired to open them in Photoshop, fix the demonic red eyes, then upload them to Blogger. Maybe next week.
Right now, I'm going to go sit very still on a recliner and doze. If I'm feeling ambitious later, I plan to watch Oprah and eat potato chips. But only if someone will feed me the potato chips.