The Rosenbergs have been hit with the flu. Bob was throwing up all night while I was down with chills and a fever that had me glued to the bed for 36 hours. It was probably hardest on Jeff who had to take care of us, do continuous loads of laundry, and clean up the disasters we left in our wake. We are finally coming out from under so you can expect to read something here tomorrow other than barf-updates. *crosses fingers*
I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.