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.