This week we spent the evening listening to a choir performance by one of the twins.
It was a Quad-State choral festival about an hour away from us that started at 6:30 at night.
And just between us, to get there by the time it started required an effort of almost herculean proportions.
I had to corral everyone from their various after-school activities and make sure they were dressed in something other than an under armour sweatshirt and jeans and produce food for the journey and wait for my husband to get off of work and listen to 101 excuses as to why a sister or brother really shouldn’t have to sit through a choir concert their sister was singing at.
And by the time 6:30 rolled around I was not in a choir-listening mood.
Instead, I was exhausted.Continue reading