Wednesday

In a rush to interview someone for a thing, stopping here only long enough to catch up on what's going on.

Between interviews today, I have to shop for a refrigerator.

DH is working his butt off at the power plant 30 miles away. He loves the people and the facility, but comes home pooped every day. He is working 10 or 12 days straight, too. Poor baby.

LO found out Monday she is in the talent show today. Her audition got rescheduled a month ago and then when she showed up, none of the advisors did, so she (rightfully?) assumed she was not in it. On Monday they said, we are counting on you. She talked the twins into singing as she played the piano. They practiced Monday and Tuesday. Last night they called and said, it's too hard, too late, we are out.

She did the only thing a reasonable person could do in that sitch.

She went hysterical.

She came to me: what on earth do I do?
I offered alternatives:
Back out? ...no, I can't let the principal and Student Council down.
Play and sing, yourself? ...no, I can't manage both; both the music and vocals suffer.
Play only? ...the music is too simple and repetitive. It needs vocals too.
I finally ran out of options and just dispensed lots of hugs.

Okaaaay. Once that was over, she called them with compromises: what if you come over tonight and we practice? What if you select another song? No, no, and no.
Finally, she retreated to her room. Closed the door. Within minutes we heard her practicing on the keyboard. Within more minutes we heard her singing.

After practicing for 3 hours, she felt ready. Woke up all smiles today.

Good luck, girl.