So, every night I sing for three hours with a group of 130 singers and a full orchestra--with a gong and everything! It is thrilling. Just thrilling. I am trying to slow down and enjoy every minute of it. These moments are too few and far between (except for these two weeks, of course.)
Luckily for me, John managed to get two weeks of military leave to work at the guard for an upcoming project. So, he is home every night to "father." This is certainly a new record for him. So many nights in a row of bath and bed time. I can't believe how well it worked out because I was just sure I was going to have to quit the chorus--because how likely would it be that I could find babysitters for all those nights while he was out of town? UNLIKELY, that's what.
And, last night I stumbled in, bleary eyed from a long drive up the Interstate to find the house cleaned up. Super Dad. That's him.