Yesterday we announced our premiere date for Five Star Weekend (JULY 16!) and released our first look pictures, and the stars are stunning, and I’m still processing the fact that we have gotten to write and produce and make this beautiful show, that this is a show of my own. Maybe one day it will really Occur to me, but that’s the thing about making something while also being a Mom: there is always something else that seems slightly more important, another layer to return to. Life continues and hums beneath the worry and the stress of the work. Joe starts calling Morrison Mr. Lemonade Big Pants with little context, Bobbie looks deep into my eyes and tells me that she smells like my elbow, and that dinosaurs are boys. There’s always not enough or too many bananas on the counter, bananas frozen in the freezer in bags I forget that I started. Morrison starts growing seeds in the dinging room in a little greenhouse with built in lights. I’m asked if I want to hire a PR agent for the show, and I wonder if I want the attention or if can justify the expense. Walking to school, Joe suddenly addresses the parent walking next to us. THERE’S A NEW SHOW COMING OUT THIS SUMMER! He shouts, without having been paid to do so. IT’S MY MOM’S!