every time i turn around, a month has gone by and i'm not quite sure where it disappeared to. they say time flies when you're having fun, but i think my clock is in broken and it hasn't mattered whether it was joyful, a shit show or just plain haywire, those hours seemed to tick off the clock faster than i could keep up.
one of my favorite times of the week: late, late sunday night, when the clock is nearing midnight, when everyone has gone to bed and i am savoring the quiet of a tidied up house, four sleeping children and a docket of work that has been completed; i look forward to downloading my 1500+ friends/blog followers on the ups & downs of restaurant ownership. but lately, it's all i can do to keep my eyes open through madam secretary at 9pm. each day has felt like a marathon: so much good, a nice chunk of frustrating, but more than anything else, just plain exhausting.
and i know all you folks out there get it. june brings end of the year celebrations, teachers gifts, travel sports gearing up and the inevitable rush to line up camps for my kids i didn't take the time to set up in march. add to that for me, three of four kids celebrating birthdays (what caterer doesn't love planning another three parties??) and the addition of an eight week old puppy (who isn't, and may never be, trained), and i just about want to punch myself in the face for biting off more than i can chew. toss in some last minute swim team commitments and more summertime catering than ever before and most days i can't remember whether to sh*t or wind my watch. somebody throw me a life preserver because i'm drowning over here!!
so rather than play monday morning quarterback on myself and point out all the ways i could have said no, fortified my boundaries, i'm looking forward to the next five days we are open to get all my ducks in a row and then plan to kick my feet up and relax for a TWO WEEK VACATION!! yes, you heard me. get me to the beach please!!
catchy. will be closed from july 28th through august 12th so i can figure out how the hell to make my kids like me again. but before that happens, you have five days and nights to treat yourself to some catchy. lunch and dinner before we start our vacation!!
