In just a few more days my weekends will go from this:
To lots more of this:
And some of this:
It's not that I don't love performing - I do. In fact, the little boy who came up to me after a show last night to get his picture taken with me, who told me I was his favorite dancer, he is the reason I love performing. It is fun to make people happy, to see someone smile because of something you did.
But these festival days take me away from spending time with my boys.
My house is a mess.
I want to go apple picking.
I want to lounge around in my pjs on Saturday mornings like normal people ;)
Which is why I am glad the festival season is just that - a season. For the past month and a half I have been waking up by 5:45am every Sat and Sun (and Labor Day and Columbus Day) to spend the full day outside, rain or shine, hot or cold, and entertain people. It has been fun and stressful and exhausting and a wonderful learning experience.
And it is almost over.
I get to go back to church.
We can start having people over again.
I. Am. Excited.
Which reminds me, I should go do dishes.