Punk cabaret and the middle-aged Mom
Jul. 26th, 2012 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm trying to find a babysitter so I can go see Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra next week. This is a real pain because our usual babysitter moved away. My excitement and anticipation for the shows is almost overshadowed by the stress and cost of going out. I don't even want to consider how I'm going to get up and get the kids to camp and get myself to work the next day. Is this part of getting older? Things just seem too difficult and the anxiety outweighs the joy and you just end up staying home? How many drinks will it take to relax and enjoy the show? How much are the drinks? Who will drive home? etc etc etc. Dragging me down until I can't move.
This brings to mind the Time of Angels episode in Dr. Who when Amy think she's turning to stone like the Weeping Angels. Somebody bite me so I keep moving!
This brings to mind the Time of Angels episode in Dr. Who when Amy think she's turning to stone like the Weeping Angels. Somebody bite me so I keep moving!