Stress, stress, stress

Wow. What a week its been.

* Our lovely director has walked out, due to the demented ape that is chairing the committee.

* Covering director has decided to change pretty much half of the show - with 4 weeks to go. Which is stupid, when you consider that half the chorus didn't know what the hell was going on with the little bit that they had to do before. "Acting? Whats acting?".
Jeez.
Mum got really upset today at rehearsal, and that made me really sad.

* My normally angelic angels turned into the spawn of Satan for the last two days. I kid you not. I'm sure I saw O's eyes turn red at one point. Unfortunatly for him, I wasn't backing down. Unfortunatly for me, he wasn't, either. You try reasoning with a head strong 3 year old, while 20 month old is having the tantrum from hell. O decided he was NOT going to sit on the naughty step, finding it a game. He won. I couldn't be arsed. 25 minutes later, he's sound asleep in bed.

* I missed a really important meeting yesterday and now back to square one. It was unavoidable. However, if I wasn't so bloody pathetic, I would have gone by myself instead of insisting that my dad hold my hand. Oh well. I'm sure that the Angel Gabrielle will smack me later.

There have, of course been some nice things happening:

* I sang at an open mike night. And I loved every second of it.
* Went to a theme park on Monday.

Tomorrows mission: Spend an entire day without any tears. Ha bloody ha.