I had so much I wanted to write about last week. I kept on thinking, "Now is the time!" and then I'd realize that my daughter had opened the front door and was toddling off alone, or I'd be told that I was needed at one of the many rehearsals we had. Or I'd nod off to sleep.
It was an amazing and intense week, which I promise I'll write about soon. I'll have lots of time for writing these next 13 days, because we've opted to let Lisel stay with her Nana and Grandpappy for this tour. It was a decision born out of practicality. We knew that coming off a 2 week tour, followed by the 40th Anniversary, followed by two gigs...well we knew that we'd be totally. out. of. gas.
And we were. In fact, I cannot remember being so tired as I was on Sunday. And considering the depths I have plumbed in the tiredness department in the last two years, that's saying something.
I have a feeling that had we decided to make this trip a Baby Bus Adventure, it would have been the end of us.
But still...I also have a feeling that this trip may be harder emotionally than any trip thus far. Already, I'm tearing up. Already, I'm missing our little bean.
So now, today, after taking a shuttle and a flight and a bus and a train to get to this hotel by the Hudson, I'm once again pooped. And hungry. And I need to get ready for the show.
More on everything soon...