Don’t cry over spilled milk!” I tell my children this all the time. When something doesnt go your way, take a deep breath and just deal with it. There’s nothing you can do about it, so stop your whining and move on!  Yeah……waaay easier  said than done. We started rehearsals today and things didn’t go my way, and I’m crying over spilled milk. We found out what roles we got, and I didn’t get the one I want, and I’m pouting. But let me be more specific, there are 6 girls in the ensemble. I’d be happy with anyone of them, EXCEPT one. Can you guess which one I got? Her name is Kitty. “Go to Hell Kitty” to be exact. There’s nothing really wrong with her character, it’s just that she’s not in Cell Block Tango which is only the best freakin’ part of the show! Instead I have to sit backstage and watch the other girls doing what I want to be doing. So I’m having a mental tantrum. I’m trying hard not to show it, but dang it! This is the first big show I’ve taken since having my kids. 9 years I’ve been waiting. I was SO excited to come here but the whole time I kept thinking, ” just please don’t give me Kitty, anyone but Kitty!” I know, I know! I should be thankful to even have this job, and I am! I really am! But right now I’m just bummed. I want to throw myself on the floor and bang my hands and feet like a 2 year old! There! I said it! Ppppppplllllllllll! I’m going to give myself one whole day to have a pity party for myself. And then tomorrow I’m going to put on my big girl pants and figure out a way to rock the SHIT out of Kitty! I’m sorry, I meant GO TO HELL Kitty!