The only relief I find is voicing a script and singing to Sinatra

Where do I even begin? I was driving back from Pleasanton's Main Street which provided Me with a much needed stroll with my Olde English Bulldog, LugNut, when I popped a CD in my deck and Sinatra began to belt out "That's Life", I couldn't help but sing along.LOUD. This comes after, scurrying out of the house after voicing a few scripts, and making a phone call for a local hauling company to haul my huge out of date ET center away. After 26 years in one house, accomplished raising a good son who finished college and is ready to get out and yet can't find a reasonable rental, and a husband raging he can't take it anymore and turned in Retirement papers, we are moving to my condo in Capitola which is half the size. Don't get Me wrong I want to return to the beach for sure. In the past 48 hours we were told: my husband has an anuerysm below his kidney, needing risky surgery, the floors need to be refinished for $7,000, the furniture needs to be off the floor, I will have to book out of the studio - thus no voice over work, appointments are being booked for interior painting, landscaping and a 4 night stay at an Extended Stay Hotel along with the dog AND cranky cat. LugNut was then attacked by a Pittbull at the dog park with Jeff, Friday night, while I began to cry with a much needed meltdown. I have no other choice than to pull it together "and pick myself back up and get back in the race!" just as Frank belts out. Needless to say, I am overwhelmed, and to not buckle again I continue to say to myself "you've survived 2 cancers, you have friends dealing with cancer, other people are in horrible pain-look at the frickin' news, you can do this." But I chuckle because what brings Me solace is tackling a script and going the extra mile by editing some copy and pleasing the client only to receive a nice compliment like "appreciate your extra efforts Trish" I have no idea why God gives us so much to handle. Breathe deep is my mantra. Time to find a script to record, organize the garage more, and take a ride to hear Sinatra again. Yep that's what I need.