Sorry for the crappy Sunday photo. I took my mom to the airport at 5:00 this morning and I am so tired. I knew that as soon as we were home from church I was falling into bed so I could be functional for opera rehearsal tonight. (That does seem to happen on many Sundays, whether or not I was up at the crack of dawn--I need to figure out how to bottle energy that isn't caffeinated.)
Chloe was angry with Bria, so she was refusing to smile for the photo. If Chloe is mad, she won't smile. It's just part of the joy that is Chloe.
Chloe turned 11 this week. I will post something about that soon. But, as usual, I'm having some difficulty with the fact that my children continue to get older and older while I stay the same age. She got that football for her birthday from her sisters and she adores it. Who knew?
We really enjoyed my mom's visit, as usual. And, as usual, it wasn't long enough. Even though it was my spring break, I spent a good portion of it going around to local elementary schools for an opera assembly. I was glad that my mom got to see the assembly when we went to my girls' school--that was lots of fun.
We've got one more month of rehearsals until the opera. And then a few weeks after that I will be sitting in the audience of The Metropolitan Opera, The New York Philharmonic, and various Broadway theatres. This knowledge is the only thing that is getting me through the craziness of my life this winter.
One day at a time.