What would Margo do if she had just been downsized before her job began?

What would Margo have done if she was offered a job on Monday and downsized on Thursday? I think she would have strolled to her nearest independent bookseller - perhaps many, many miles away - and procured Carrie Fisher's fabulous Wishful Drinking, and she would have envied the title: "You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent!"

What would Margo do if she had just seen the worst play of her life?

Is a bad day at the theatre better than a good day at work or a moderate day of fishing? No. As good as great theatre is, transcending life so to speak, bad theatre ruins more than just the evening.

What would Margo do? Not a whiskey drinker usually, she may just have a short one so she could lie to the show's producers at the opening reception.

What would Margo Channing do if she was the parent of 5 teens?

She would certainly try boxed wine. She is no one to bow to convention.

What would Margo Channing Do?

Last night, after watching All About Eve on a cinema screen and seeing the lovely Celeste Holm with her 4th husband, a good 30 years younger than she, I thought a new blog was born.

What would Margo do about her son's report card with 2 Fs and a D and a prospect of a parent-teacher conference day? Don't forget - the son is on an academic scholarship at a respected Jesuit high school.

She would curl up in with her best bedjacket, drink a glass of champagne, and begin rereading her favorite novel. "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be

a restful night."

The Planet of Prozac

The family meeting on Monday revolved around meds. and the shortcomings of the family. We are not meeting M.'s needs. Well, now, this is a new turn in psychiatry.

Short post today. Back to for another family meeting about my bad mothering. And my son A (16)'s 9k a year prep school is looking for him. Apparently he is playing hooky.

Zoloft Nation

Any day is a good day when you can get in and out of Costco in under an hour.

One child home from school because of the Jewish New Year. On any given day, there is a child home from school, so it has made getting a real job difficult. That and because I'm so darn lazy.

Up at 5:30 for A's (16) 6 a.m. swim practice. He's not happy and he hadn't brushed his teeth again. I could tell. This year when he threatens to quit the team, I will certainly let him.

I should have spent the morning working on my other blog, but I used it up putting together mixed tapes....um.....cds for a friend's dinner party. Truly the only thing I'm good at. That and spotting celebrities. Very lucrative talents.

The 9:45 appt. with the latest psych. She recommends Zoloft for R (14). If his impulsivity becomes worse, we will know that he is bi-polar. If his erratic behavior diminishes, his is an adhd implusiveness.

Disclaimer: I do not normally adhere to any of this. I think adhd is overdiagnosed and anti-depressants overprescribed. However, what choice is there? I have another psychiatrist to visit. 

Haircut for R. The barber asked me if anyone ever told me I looked like Sarah Palin. He is the 7th. I think I will add a counter to this blog.

Off to discuss M.'s hospitalization. PTSD, mood disorder, depression, Abilify. Prozac. I can talk the talk. But where is my anti-depressant?

Today I have accomplished a great deal and it's only 2:35 p.m. $298.37 worth of groceries into my 2003 mini with a broken back latch.

A good day to start a new blog

I've started another blog as a simple experiment. Is blogging really just for parenting and politics? Is that where everyone is? My other blog is on NYC theatre. Irish theatre specifically. A niche area, I do admit. It's getting lonely. I'm anxious to see what happens to blogs outside the arts world. (I do love my two readers though. I do!)

A director of a theatre festival recently answered a panel question as to "how his festival was using digital media? Was he blogging about the festival?" His reply was that "email was a useful tool in working with writers in Ireland." This is an indication of where the arts are on the www. 

Anyway. I digress. Besides writing futile pieces on contemporary theatre, I lead a challenging home life. In fact, I would qualify to be vice-president if number of children was a criteria. I also have sideswept bangs, wear my hair up and have cool glasses. I do not have a rifle however. Perhaps I'm not adequate for the nomination.

Tomorrow two of my seven children are off to their psychiatrists. R. (14 years old) has his appt. at 9:45. He has recently shown some disturbing behavior. Having long experience with mental illness, we are running to the dr.  My daughter M. (16) has a family meeting tomorrow at 3 p.m. at the psychiatric hospital where she was committed by her school yesterday with my blessing. 

I told you it was challenging. I, for once, am not exaggerating.

The eve before such a momentous day, and yet a day just like another, seemed as good a day as any to start a blog!

cheers