Going gray in my mid 20's

If the next time you see me I have gray hair, here's why:
Yes, that's my piano on the back of that trailer. I'm having a piano recital for my students tomorrow night. That in itself would be stressful enough to make me go gray if you add to it that the following morning, I'm driving by myself with the kids to Utah for just over a week and am trying to clean the house and pack in addition to preparing for the recital.

All that I can handle if those are the only things going on. But here's the thing. My house isn't big enough to have a recital for 10 students and their families, but Michael's office is absolutely perfect. There is a huge conference room that offers enough room for everyone, plus it's just a gorgeous office. The only problem is there's no piano at the office. So what's the solution? Transport my piano to the office of course. Wait, transport what?! Now hold on. If anything happens to my piano, I would have a serious meltdown, and I don't have meltdowns.
We were very fortunate to have a few guys offer to help move it to the office and back, and another guy offered us the use of his trailer. So moving it should be no big deal, right? Well now add a few negative factors to the equation. The trailer is not covered, which wouldn't be a problem except that it was raining last night at the appointed moving time.

From the time they left my house to Michael's return was pure agony for me. I kept waiting for the phone call from Michael saying the piano had come off the back of the trailer while they were driving or something. In the end, all went as well as could be expected. The piano is now waiting in the conference room unscathed (or at least that's what Michael told me). Now I don't have to worry again until it's time to move it back home.