I am at maximum stress load.
My mouth is full of canker sores and my stomach is rolling.
Michael has been out of town for six weeks in a ROW. Just home for the weekends, he washes the clothes in his suitcase and puts them right back in. Two nights together and then he is gone again.
The play opens in two weeks, but with the big gap of a week of Thanksgiving break, we have exactly one week of time with the kids until we open. We are NOT ready. I spend four hours a day at the school minimum every day. I spend the mornings looking for props, writing emails, producing.
Our school operates on two semesters. No six week or nine week grades. The sixth grade kids have a big field trip in December to Keystone which overlaps for over a week. That means that essentially, all semester projects are due this week. The week before Thanksgiving break. Davis is averaging four hours a night of homework. He needs me for all of it. I'm cheerleader, secretary, tutor, note taker, editor for him.
In the evenings we have tennis lessons, guitar lessons, piano lessons, math tutor, robotics.
Blah, blah, blah. I know I'm whining.
Thanksgiving break is next week. We are going to Port A. We will do nothing but relax. (Except that huge national history project Davis has to do). Michael took PTO and will spend a whole week with us. It will be perfect. In the meantime,
"I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I’m swamped."