Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Oh my goodness....my son is going to his first major audition tomorrow in New York City. My ex-husband is taking him there on the train. I'm not at all concerned about this trip or this audition, these auditions really come down to whether or not my son fits the bill for the job (if they aren't looking for a red-headed male, it doesn't matter if he dances like Mikhail Baryshnikov). So yeah...not worried about this audition at all.
Enter his next audition. I'm not worried about the process, I'm sure he will do just fine. What I am concerned about is this...he's 18 1/2 years old, has never traveled on his own (well, more than 150 miles from home), and dad decided it was a great time to give him one HUMONGORGEOUS (thanks for the word Kassie) shove out of the nest. He has to travel to Ft. Lauderdale, FL, his flight leaves at 1 p.m. ish on Saturday, he arrives in Ft. Lauderdale at 6:30, he has to make his way to the hotel, settle in, make sure to get up in time for his audition on Sunday morning (this child is NOT a morning person), call a cab to get him to the audition, audition, call a cab to get him back to the hotel, have a wake-up call/alarm set for Monday morning as he has to be to the airport by 7:00 a.m. for his flight back. As if this isn't enough for me to completely stress over....HURRICANE ISAAC, if it stays on its predicted path, will make landfall in Miami at 2 a.m. Monday morning.
Like seriously, dealing with my baby traveling over 1,000 miles from home by himself for the first time wasn't enough...no....a flipping hurricane has to threaten. I mean, seriously?
I've completely lost my appetite, I have no desire to put anything in my mouth but I know that I have to eat. If I'm this nervous now, how am I going to be when he hops in the car with dad to head to the airport on Saturday?
Would it be illegal if I locked him in the basement? Not for a really long time, just until Tuesday, and I swear I'll put food down there for him.