Okay, so ever since we set this Dismeet up way back when and I circled it on my calendar (yes, I still use the kind you put on your wall) I knew all along there was one big hurdle to get over before it was smooth sailing to GSP. No, I don't mean work. The emergency department can be stressful and busy, but there is no amount of trauma, heart attacks, strokes, anxiety attacks, or gastroenteritis that can compare to this one thing.
I fear it every year.
I do my best to prepare for it, but the anxiety is still there.
I knew when we debated on having children (wasn't sure if the world was ready for another me) that if we had a girl, this yearly obstacle was coming.
Then we had two girls...
Now it is even tougher...
That's right, some of you know what day today is...
It's...
DANCE RECITAL DAY!
48 different dance acts over a period of 5-6 hours. Blasting music (not my kind of music either), crying kids, inpatient mothers, and huddled up for support fathers.
It's tutus, glitter, and chicken feather bows all over the place.
Please, pray for me!