taking the Stairs

What a week and weekend. If having my office flood twice, rehearsing every night, taking Jack to 3 different therapy sessions, seeing a show, running a 5K in 1 billion degree heat, going out with the bocadonnas and having a few too many and taking a 3 year old to a birthday party at a gymnastics studio wasn't enough...........i got stuck in an elevator. BY MYSELF.

This might be OK to the normal person, but to me- a control freak who has the occasional panic attack- this is NOT OK. I had to run Sofia back to her dad after the party so I could get to rehearsal- late- but still I got there. I got into the elevator to go up to the space where the rest of the cast was busy rehearsing and somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd floors the elevator lurched and stopped.
What came afterwards was a half hour of ringing the alarm, kicking the doors, screaming for help, calling the fire dept, breaking down crying when the lights went out and i was trapped in darkness and then imagining the air was depleting (which was not the case) and the air conditioning breaking and imagining my own death trapped by myself. In an elevator. In Elgin. I can't think of much worse ways to go. Dramatic? Yes. But it was still very scary. THIS is the reason I don't like to fly or ride roller coasters. YOU CAN NOT TRUST TECHNOLOGY.

So the fire men (always hot, always nice- too bad i had been crying and there was black mascara all over my face) got the doors open and I had to jump out of the damn thing. I went to the stairs and climbed the next couple stories to rehearsal and then broke down the minute iireached the hallway because, honestly, I really don't think there's much more excitement I can take in my life at the moment.

Most of my fellow cast mates were very comforting and understanding that I was in a sheer state of panic and anxiety. One, whom I love, laughed at me. That's OK cause I know he cares. But the other two who belittled it? I shall not talk to them much anymore.

After rehearsal I had to run back to my mom's house for her birthday party. i had taken so much xanax by that point that i nearly fell face first into the cake.When the kids and I got home we were all bathed and in bed by 9 p.m. I don't know if I've ever slept more soundly.

Ahh......tech week. The life of a single mom/actress/business owner knows not the meaning of relaxation.

Anyone want to go to the most secluded island in the pacific with me? no phones, no TV, no cars, no planes no nothing? Just us, the surf and the coconuts?