Jammed the last two weeks with endless loops of designing and editing, keeping very odd hours, while juggling children like clementines. A little extra TV, take-out, and mini cars zooming at my feet while I worked squeezed minutes out of the day. Things I promised myself I wouldn’t do seemed to keep the schedule going. And somehow, everyone is just fine. Perhaps except for the night I made tomato soup with eggnog instead of cream. But the frenzy has slowed, and the kids seem unfazed. I’m awaiting orders to trickle in from the press and getting into a rhythm of going to bed before 2 am. Strangely I miss the hot buzz, my brain feeding on that blue-creative-fire, but it’s been nice to get back to the very important business of wiping tears, laundering sheets, photographing the kids just mucking around, and figuring out how to get the two-year-old dressed in a timely fashion. I think it may be fair to say the Christmas orders will be boxed and pretty before we sort this last one out.
