Tuck in Your Shirt

Last night I had an experience. I am costuming a local theatre’s production. I told the actor playing Blank to tuck his shirt in for one scene- 1. You would not have an untucked shirt anyway and 2. I wanted that mens 40’s sillouette blah blah blah. He gave me a ‘look’. I said-mostly in a playful manner that this was ‘Blank’ not HISNAME. Meaning, that I wasn’t giving him fashion tips, just that I was dressing the character. He then yelled at me to ‘SHUT UP’ and started to walk away. I of course, gave his back a nasty look-and the director says to him ‘Oh, you're in trouble now!’(in a playful way). (At this point all the witnesses-which included the entire cast and crew -thought that he was trying to be funny and not succeeding.) He then goes off on a shouting tirade about how I have no right to give notes and why was I even talking. To which I said something about being the costumer-he then pointed out that I was not the director. People, I was not giving acting or movement notes. I gave notes like-“What happened to your belt?” and “You need to wear your hat.” Seriously. I have NEVER been talked to that way in a theatre situation. I gotta say, my pay rate does not include verbal abuse and belittlement. All this because I asked him to tuck in his shirt.

How Can it Be?

What is the deal?  Is this year just going by super fast?  It does not FEEL like Thanksgiving.  Maybe because of the weather which is sporadically chilly at best, or maybe we are just in a home school bubble, and the kids aren't coming home with turkey color sheets and pilgrim hats.  I just don't know.  And you know, that means that Christmas is sneaking up on me too.  Le sigh.  Maybe I'll reach my goal of a hand made Christmas, maybe not.

November 8

Today is my sweet O's birthday.  I am so happy that he is in my life.  My mom likes to say that he goes to the beat of a different drummer-I say he is the drummer.

His latest thing is to tell people that when he was a baby he looked just like George Washington.  You know, because he and GW had curls on the back of their head.

He is 7 now, so that means that we are a long way from baby hood.  This past weekend I brutally cleaned out a closet that had a lot of baby things in it.  It's all in piles waiting for me to find it new homes-via freecycle, craigs list, friends, or goodwill.

We have a few things left-just the things that I'll give to the boys when they start a family-and their hospital shirts/hats that I will probably never give up.

Mostly, I am in awe over just how fast time goes by when you are watching children grow.  And I really enjoy my children most of the time.  They do have their own flaws, but I recognize them and love them warts and all.  I feel like they are one of the things that I was put on this earth to do.  They are one of the purposes of my life.  With out me, my 3 children would not be here discovering the world.