For the last eight weeks, my husband has abandoned me and the kids three nights each week to rehearse the leading role in "Deathtrap" at the Players Club of Swarthmore. Being a theatre widow is nothing new for me; we met in the theatre (got married there, too), and spent the early years of our married life together hop-scotching theatre projects and waving to each other as we passed in the green room.
This one has been different. The stresses of my job and my father's health, when added to the general fatigue of living through the winter, have taken their toll. I get home at night after Michael has left for rehearsal, and I'm asleep by the time he gets home. I (almost literally) haven't seen him since Sunday morning and I feel worn to frizzle.
But! The show is in good shape and opens this Friday for a three week run (info and tickets here). It will be fun to take the kids to see their dad in such a bravura performance. And it will be such a relief to get my husband back.
I just have to make it to Friday.....