I've been so insanely busy lately that when I go through the recent call log of my phone it's one long list of real estate clients, mortgage agents, realtors, lawyers, my broker and my number one adversary-- BANK OF AMERICA!
I really miss my friends, my eyebrows look like the one-eyebrowed baby from the Simpsons, and I find myself frequently fantasizing about buying a helper monkey who can wash and fold my clothing. Also my cupboards are completely bare save for a brown stump of garlic and I've been eating Jess' leftovers for 2 weeks...
Because-
For the past two weeks, there's been this crazy explosion of activity at the real estate office spurred by the homebuyer's credit deadline for buyers.
So I wake up at 5 a.m. to work at the Press in my cube for 8 hours, then it's off to the Real Estate office for late night faxing and important-sounding phone calls.
Which is awesome, and I love both jobs, but sometimes it makes me feel like the dad from the movies who forgets his kids at soccer practice and who's phone rings in the middle of a school play where the kids are all dressed like pumpkins.
Or in my case--
---racing past the kick ball field I'm supposed to be playing on (sorry girls!), as I'm driving with a phone glued to my ear 5 minutes late to a last minute appointment with a client.
The good news is, I expect it to slow down a little soon.
I could really use a nice long vacation to Aruba, but I'd settle for a day at the smelly dog beach tossing shells for crazy Rupert.