I still have (barely) all of my hairs in place, but there are still 9 days to go before the event is done.
Mind you, there was a serious snafu yesterday because until we did some major wrangling, due to a morning event the same day as my afternoon event changing their run course and not telling us, we almost didn't have access (except on foot) to our site.
And believe it or not, I was told that the $1,500 permit we spent a lot of time and money getting doesn't guarantee that we can park anywhere near our site, let alone have delivery trucks bringing equipment, water, etc., come in and out. Even though we are renting the site and are supposed to have access to it.
Um. Access means access by ... foot? Pogo stick? We worked out a compromise and everyone from the competing event bent over backwards to kiss my ass, and because I get to meet them all next week, they get to do it in person!
Same day, meeting at the state's largest paper with a volunteer who I normally want to throttle on a good day. Walking out, the editor apologized for something, and said, "It's just been crazy."
Then she froze. "Sorry! I didn't mean..."
And I just smiled and said, "Don't worry! I OWN that word!"
Speaking of things being nuts (and not just me), it is starting to feel like there just literally aren't enough hours in the day. I don't know why this is. I only have one job, one spouse, and two cats. No kids or extra husbands running around in the background.
I texted a friend tonight, "Why is there always so much more shit to do? Bank, groceries, cook, laundry, workout."
He is about my dad's age and wrote back, "Wait until you're older and everything takes twice as long. Why do you think I want to fuck all the time?"