It’s 10:50pm and I’m holding myself to an eleven o’clock bedtime. You can hold me to it as well. I’ve had a few moments of panic this evening as I think about all that I have going on in the next few days, and wondering just how I’m going to get it all done. But then I take a deep breath and remind myself that all the busyness = goodness. I got an email today that didn’t say “we’re starting your bookshelves now” – it said “we’ve finished your bookshelves and we’d like to deliver them tomorrow.” Hooray, hooray – except for the fact that I have a lot of baking / making to do this week, and two kids + one extra kid + one babysitter coming this weekend, and now I’ll have one room filled with the components of a 16′ wide, 11′ high wall of shelves sitting out in my living room. And then there’s the baking thing. I’m in charge of the dessert portion of a wine tasting dinner for 40+ people on Saturday. I don’t think I can pull off the thin mint cupcakes again for this. Deep breaths. And the bids come back on the big project of mine (already once over budget) and I know that there will be long meetings on Friday when I’ll just want to get out of the office and hang out with friends at the balloon glow when I should be baking and making, and I’m quite sure there will be little to no sleep. More deep breaths.
But it’s 10:57 and I know what I’m going to serve*, I have a new book to climb under the covers with, and I’m going to have bookshelves (even unpainted and uninstalled) after two years + of designing / saving / waiting! It’s all good. It’s just all so much, and right now**. Isn’t it always?
*Pistachio pound cake and a sliced ice cream terrine with beet / goat cheese / and celery or pear ice creams, one side coated in dark chocolate. Think two slices – one of cake one of striped ice cream. Want to come? There are a few spots left, just email me and I’ll give you the details.
**It’s 11:06, but I had to spellcheck and grab that book link.
Just had to say that last night was wonderful and I was so full after dinner that all I could eat was a bite of the pound cake and most of the ice cream. So I wrapped it up in my napkin and brought it home and just had it for breakfast, with a little raspberry sorbet, and it was amazing!! I know how much work must have gone into last night and those of us who were there to enjoy it appreciate every bit of the work!
Hooray! Man it was fun. Next year, doggie bags!