ABSTRACT
I feel like I’m pretending at work that I don’t have a family and pretending at home that I don’t have a job. This week we lost a director, had production problems, I took my daughter to the doctor yesterday and was up all night with her. … I have her in a school co-op. … Wednesday afternoon I actually had to leave her ho me sick to do my shift at the school and then got a call from my office that I had to come back and go to this meeting. So I rushed hack here and then had a meeting for the school that night at seven-thirty to talk about kindergartens. My kids don’t go to bed ’til late—ten or ten-thirty—because that’s my time with them—and then I start reading scripts. I can’t remember the last time that I did something luxurious—got my nails done or had a religious experience. And I have good day care, a cook, and a housekeeper. I’m lucky.
