Every. Year.
I had one Friday evening, 9/29. Then an all-day show on Saturday, 9/30. Then a day to recover, work on Monday, women's conference Tuesday, work on Wednesday (with a lovely event hangover -- too much stimulation, not enough sleep), Thursday (today) to get done all the things that should have occurred sooner, work and a theater evening on Friday, and two more shows on Saturday and Sunday.
Thankfully after that I had the sense to give myself a break to regroup and restock until Saturday, 10/28, and then it's the slippery slope to Christmas.
Every year I say I'm not going to do this to myself, and every year I do. At what point do I just realize that this is what the last quarter of the year is going to be like, accept it, and get on with things? (I mean, I do -- that's exactly what I do, but maybe it's the same as birth -- after the holidays, I forget the exhaustion and stress because I have such a lovely result, and because I forget, I do it all over again and find myself in the same fix.)
Oh, well. Sleep will feel really good come January.
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