Getting In Over Our Heads

Last night I had one of those moments (for the millionth time) when I thought, "My gosh, what have we done?" I was exhausted from the usual lack of sleep, and it was the end of a long day getting nothing accomplished on the domestic front because of the rain, when the painful realization came over me that there was no time to relax, we had dumplings to make for Friday's market.

Our community market is a bit more challenging because not only are we fried (no pun intended) from doing Wednesday's market, but we have to everything cooked, hot and ready from the start. This means making and cooking everything beforehand, which is a monstrous task, exacerbated by chronic fatigue, sprinkled in with a level of disillusionment. A recipe for disaster, if there ever was one.

Being the busy people that we are with everything else in our lives, that meant that come Thursday evening, after eating dinner and cleaning up and putting the kids to bed, we had to the wonderful job of making dumplings. We were tired and my disposition was the pits, but there was work to be done, and whining wasn't going to help, not that this fact stopped me. Needless to say, the mood was not bright and sunny in the house that evening.

And, of course, it inspired us to ask that familiar question, "What the heck are we doing?"

Anyway, we made the fillings for the dumplings, assuming that the local market would be slower and we'd sell a lot less. Not knowing how business would be, we made certain assumptions about how much to make and of what, employing our extremely high level of business acumen, which has thus far gotten us nowhere, but what are you going do?

We caught another break thanks to divine intervention in that rain and threats of lightning canceled our t-ball game, the last one. Being the masochist that I am, I thought it would be nice to make cookies or cupcakes for the kids on their last day, like I have the time, but it wasn't necessary. We rescheduled for next week, the day before the market. This should be good.

Also, since it's so busy, I haven't been able to make R's breakfast bread, which is a bummer, but where do you find the time and energy? I'll get back to you on that one.

Until then, thanks for reading, and thanks to Zsuzsanna Kilian for the pic