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Itching to open my mouth…

Another day… another million tasks, but I’m getting there.  We’re in the final sprint on alot of things, my legs are picking up speed, and I’m hitting the pavement running.

Every day brings new challenges.  We had a very difficult weekend, the stress is starting to get to the both of us, and we are feeling fatigued, but then just when we both felt (Kevin and I) that we had nothing left, we find it again in each other.  I will always marvel at how much I can learn from this wonderful man who shares my life.

It’s difficult to process all the different happenings going on around me, and Saturday I hit a plateau.  I spent most of the day crying, feeling completely worthless and empty, quite frankly, wanting to die.  Kevin held me for most of the morning, rubbing my back, singing to me, comforting me.   The reasons for my crying fit aside, despite that it was both difficult to witness and bear, we are here on the other side of it, all the stronger for it.

It is always darkest before the dawn, but if we do not press forward we will not see the light.

I went out to The Spot Saturday night.  Despite my protests, Kevin insisted I head out, while he stayed home with the kids.  When I got home, my spirits renewed (an hour and a half of walking and spending time with the guys is so cathartic, and they’re so damned sweet to me), supper was waiting for me in the micro wave, and the house was completely clean, the babies tucked in bed.  We spent a wonderful evening hanging out together, something we haven’t done in a long time because we’ve been working pretty much 24/7 since… well… what seems like forever.

I spent most of today rehearsing, I’m hoping to sing tomorrow night.  I’m really nervous, but I know it has to be done, and I might as well get it over with.  Got my song, got my inspiration… nothing left to do now but open my mouth.

I’ll let you all know how it goes.

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