Any mother will tell you that the last few weeks - even the last few months - of pregnancy go by very slowly. The same is true of my new 'baby' - our pie shop. It's been about a year now, since we started work on renovating the building - mainly on weekends or stolen hours in between our regular business. The only tradesman we've hired is an electrician, because we've had to. The rest is all DIY, Baby.
It seems to have gone even slower these past four months, - ever since the family have taken on extra shifts elsewhere. While it has been needful, financially, for us to take on more work, everyone is so very tired when they are at home on those odd days off from outside work, catchup has been the priority. Add to that a holiday season and constant guests ....
"Babe, I don't want anyone staying next week, ok?" the Machinist pleads, as we work together in the kitchen. "Please Babe?" as he turns the gluten free sausages in the Jamie Oliver pan and I load another tray of dishes into the (commercial, thanks, Machinist!) dishwasher.
I assure him that I feel the same way.
Later, sipping coffee the Machinist asks me "What are we doing for Australia day?"
"I may have to work at the winery"
"Bummer. I thought we could ...."