Unscripted - A Blog for Actors - Backstage: Really? It's Only Thursday?

"While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats."
-Mark Twain

Damn, I'm beat. And after I write this I'll curl into a ball. This week I'm fighting off a cold tooth and nail. Determined not to let the little f***** get seated in my body. Hell, no...we don't go---down with that cold! I'm taking enough vitamins and night time cold meds to sedate a small pony and even though I'm only averaging about 5 and 1/2 hours of sleep each night--interrupted at that--I'm fighting it off. It's going away. Goodbye little bugger. Man...looking at the next two days on my Pilates roster and I'm grateful for the dough but dreading the work. Can those two co-exist in the mind?

My daughter has been sick all week and luckily my mom has been around to help take care of her because I've had to keep her home for three days this week. And I've been up at night with her giving her cough meds when she wakes me up. Sometimes, being a mother means making sacrifices to your own well-being. I find ways to catch up with myself though.

All this has not come without some cost: I've been irritable, tired, made stupid mistakes; and my control-freakishness that I manage to subdue most of the time, has gotten the better of me more than once this week. Simply due to fatigue. I haven't really had more than 15 minutes alone at any one time which also wears on me. I don't love spending days and days on end alone, but I do require some. We women require solo time too. I want to shut myself in doors under a soft blanket and watch movies back to back in my (now beautiful) dark living room with no one but me. Uninterrupted. No phone, no internet, no one else.

Now, if I weren't celibate right now, I'd probably want to cuddle up with someone else, but that ain't happening (as per my choice) and I am oh so fine with that. New boundaries mean dates are restricted to OUTSIDE my bedroom walls. Sometimes you just want NO DRAMA. I am SO over the drama. Such a waste of my time. It's actually--terrific. And oddly, my social calendar is busier than ever despite that fact. I'm not locking myself in a closet or a chastity belt--but I am setting new boundaries in all aspects of my life. And I feel stronger and more vibrant for it.

Catching up on sleep tonight will help me regain some lost ground physically. I'm spending Friday night with my new sewing project and a stack of movies I've been dying to see. So--let's catch up next week, shall we? I'm hitting the sack. With my brand new pillowcases, my thick and furry new blanket, and ah yes...Nyquil...Sleeping Beauty potion. I'll reemerge next week on fire again and attack my to-do list with fabulous fury. For now: I'm taking care of #1.

Oh--and the dance search has lead to fruit...I'm stopping by to check out a salsa class soon...so we'll see if that goes anywhere.

--Eve White