Sweet audience members this week told me how lucky I was to be able to finish work so early and go home after the show. After I finished laughing and picked myself off the floor I explained the rest of my day: production meeting, jump in car service to go rehearse for an event, whip home to walk dog, wash dishes, make lunches (for tomorrow), pick up kids (with dog), start dinner, take out tomorrow's outfits for kids and myself, leave all gym gear and show clothing at the front door, help Eva with math (ugh), help Sid with French, throw on dress (and hopefully some deodorant), tag team high five @lioperron as he gets home from work, jump in car back to event to host until 10pm. Get home, take off makeup, potentially repeat.
This is the life I always wanted and I love it. This is not a complaint. This is evidence that the fake eyelashes and cute shoes are window dressing. This is evidence that the grind is real.