One Year In...

It's our one-year business anniversary- or rather it was, two weeks ago.  But like everything else, I'm running behind.  I know it's been six months since I've written, and the regret is tangible- like when I just realize I put tomatos on a "no-tomatoes, please" sandwich, just as the customer walks about the door and I don't have even half the energy to call them back.  Regret because so much has happened.  A thousand stories, and even now I can't articulate a single one.   So we celebrated our first year of business last Sunday afternoon, with a bottle of  Champagne (read: sparkling wine, the $7/bottle kind) and a nap.  The wine was awful, the nap was better.  I remember when I was in college, I almost failed my 8AM classes.  I thought it was unethical to expect people to be up in the sevens, and paying attention at eight. And I was so sure that once I was an adult, I would sleep so much later. Til 9 or 10, at leaset  I don't know why I thought this, probably wishful thinking that I manufactured into what I assumed would be reality.  Needless to say, we're up by 4:30AM everyday.  I sit on the edge of our bed, in that space between asleep and awake and continue to manufacture false realities.  "Tomorrow you can sleep in," I say.  Or, "tonight you'll just come home and go straight to bed."  They're pep talks to get me off the bench and into the day, and even as I'm believing them, I know that there's no sleeping in, and for two people who are never home, there's a ton of housework to be done at night.  One year of business and the only thing I know for sure is that at the end of the day I'll be exhausted.  Happy, most days, but exhausted.