Conflict is the name of the game and next Sunday will be no exception. A Clowns Ex Machina photo shoot has been scheduled for which I have to prepare to be in full make-up with at least two different outfits packed and carried into Manhattan by subway. No biggie. I am available for the photo shoot, however, the job of getting there is complicated by the fact that it occurs on the very same time as the first day of the new school year of religious education for My Kid who I expect will attend in her soccer uniform because she will have to leave half-way through (unless it is raining) because she has a game. There is an assumption (Assumption = a Catholic word…) that the parents will be attending Sunday Mass while the children are in class. However, I expect My Kid to attend class in her soccer uniform and I expect My Husband ( hope, actually at this point, since have not yet spoken with him about the weekend plans and make an assumption that he will be available and willing to transport My Kid from her religious education class to the soccer field has not even been broached. I hope I ask him about it before he reads it her first on my blog). But first, I myself will have to run the gauntlet of volunteer sign-up sheets on the way to My Kid’s classroom because it’s my religion, not his. There is a good chance that after all this I will walk into the studio for the photo shoot completely frazzled by the convoluted path I will have taken by the time I show up for this fun and easy first thing in the morning event thereby presenting myself as unprofessional. And yet. Well. Some days I would like to let even more slide than I already do.