i really shouldn’t be complaining. with the unspoken acknowledgement of my lovely husband and partner, i eased up on working my proverbial ass off for a lot of this fall. we were coming into the middle to near-end of our kitchen renovation (which, oh the irony, has not ended yet – just how DO you get the contractor to finish off the last bits and pieces?) and we were the very happy recipients of 4 major sets of visitors from late october through new years. i was in heaven. lists upon lists of menus and recipes and grocery needs and lots of time to think about how i wanted the kitchen to feel – i think one drawer’s contents was moved at least 4 times before it founds it’s purposeful home. the existing work resolved itself (successfully, thank you) and i kept myself busy testing the new exhaust hood with copious amounts of roasted chicken, 7 1/2 hour slow cooked pork shoulder with salsa verde, at least 5 repeats of my wonderful kale salad with celery root and parmesan and even threw myself into a few weeks of baking (baking! me?!) nutty berried versions of zucchini bread and zucchini-banana bread and even green-tomato bread. it was all gobbled up and our little brooklyn house resounded with people in every conceivable corner and with lots of laughter and music.
turns out, i was reminded gently that it would be a good idea to get back to work – school costs, college in 2 years and lots of bills require it. eek. so slowly, i find my way back. i was blessed to have a young couple show up in my email box referred by past-buyers and tho they have a small budget, they are so sweet and nice that it is the perfect re-entry to a new season of real estate. and, like these things do, within days a few phone calls come in and i’m scheduled for a few property pitches and plotting how and when to get a great temporarily-off-the-market property back on the market in spite of the snow-that-never-ends.
but now, i’m waking up every night – twice a night. worrying, planning, trying to figure out how to remember the lists and the to-do’s and the how’s. i shouldn’t complain. but i’m starting to be sleep-deprived. so i am.