This Week.

Just get through this week. Just get through this week. Just get through this week.

That is the mantra I keep repeating in my head today.

It is my last week of work, hell week of the show, the last week the kids will be in daycare until school starts up again…

Just get through this week.

I should be at work today. Instead I woke up at 5 am to two kids throwing up. This has been happening almost every other week since May.

Stomach bugs, constipation, digestive issues, trips to the doctors, stomach x-rays…

That’s also why this is my last week of work. It was essentially a choice of quitting, or being fired for poor attendance.

I’m so tired.

My stress levels have been through the roof for such an extensive amount of time now that I am completely drained.

Just get through this week.

It’s also hell week. The week before opening night of a show.

Long hours, hard work, and putting together all the pieces that go into the show. Everyone working together to make sure each cog is in place, and the gears are spinning as they’re supposed to. More dancing, more singing, more set moving, and a lot less sleep.

I adore performing. This is what I do for fun, and I will never stop loving it. Hell week is just always stressful.

Add it to the stress, and worry of everything else…

I am moving like a zombie. My eyes look dead. If I didn’t have two children who needed me to be up and about, I’d still be in bed, in the dark, alternating between sleeping and crying.

Just get through this week.

Next week will be better. Next week I’ll be able to breathe again. Sleep again.

Work will be done. Daycare will be done for now. The show will have opened, and we all will have survived opening weekend, and have some time to breathe before next weekend’s shows.

Just get through this week, Grace.

That’s what I will keep telling myself so that my feet keep carrying me forward.

I know I’m not the only one who feels this way at times. Sometimes all we can do is keep going. Pause and take a breath (a nap, if there’s time), and keep trudging along.

Just get through this week. This day. This hour. This minute.

A new one will start, and maybe that one will be better.

Until then, I’m sending hugs to anyone who needs one, because I could use a few myself right now.

💕

For those of you who know and love the kids, they are already feeling better. We just have had some seemingly endless stomach issues ever since we got a bad stomach bug back in May. The doctor has given us some tips for remedying things, and we will be okay. ❤️