I find that living in New York tends to make one a busy person. Everyone’s always saying, “I’m so busy.” “Yesterday was really busy.” “I was too busy to write you back.” “I’m sorry I didn’t get to it, I’ve been so busy.” And it’s true. We’re all busy. It’s probably the case for most cities in the world, not just this one. Being busy has become a global theme. I wonder if our grandparents ever talked about how busy they were when they were young. Frankly, they were probably busier.

So, yesterday was a particularly busy day for me.

Adding Fanny & Jane into the mix of my already full life has been a juggling act at times. We’ve had to sneak baking days into already full weekends, find time late at night to discuss website plans and label concerns, use our friends as sounding boards for business ideas when they least expect it. Not to mention, we’ve lost sleep for sure.

Before Faryn and I started this business, I was already feeling spread very thin with a full time job, two comedy groups, two shows each week, plus general life maintenance – exercising, cleaning the house, ever seeing my boyfriend, blah blah BLAH, right?

I’m sure there are single moms or even non-single moms out there who would laugh at my naivety. “That’s not busy, honey.”

Maybe not. But sometimes it feels like a lot. I love it – semi colon – sometimes I want to take a lifetime nap.

Yesterday, it all piled up in a big kinda mess. I was supposed to spend a full 9 hours at work, exercise, meet up with my friend Blue for a little discussion, perform in my improv show,  go home to Brooklyn, finish decorating a cake, transport the cake to its final destination, AND then attend the party where the cake would be eaten. That might not sound like as much activity as it seemed to be, but it was a lot of different bits and pieces of all at once. And I’d had, oh, maybe 7 hours of sleep total between the two days prior because we were cake baking at midnight. Oof. I’m so happy to be spending my time doing something I love like this, but I don’t do well on not-enough-sleep, so I was a little worried. All I could think yesterday morning as I stared down the day ahead of me was that I wanted to be able to tend to every single of one those obligations with my full focus. And also, I wanted to cancel everything and go back to sleep.

Thank God for business partners. Kevin, who is a darling, dropped our apartment keys off to Faryn after work, who then dutifully went to my house, finished decorating the cake, photographed it and recruited a friend to help her carry it and its trimmings to the party. I don’t know what I would have done if she wasn’t able to do all that alone. I would have had to cancel my entire evening. So while Faryn dealt with our first official order, I left work, met up with Blue, performed in my show, found some spare moments to eat dinner on the subway (gross) and made my way to the party.

It was around midnight when I was finally leaving Jonathan’s birthday party that I became almost overcome with the realization that I’d had an incredibly full day. I’d tended to several different key areas of my life, given them each a lot of energy and focus. And I was exhausted. I wonder how I’m going to keep doing all this, I thought. Something in my life is probably gonna end up suffering.

This morning, I woke up and knew I couldn’t get out of bed at the normal time. I’m great about being on time to my desk job and rarely call in sick or come in late. If I do, I’m always responsible and respectful and I make sure to alert the appropriate parties. And this morning, as I lay in bed cringing at the thought of spending yet another day completely sleep deprived, I realized that one of the blessings of having a salaried job where I do a good job every day is that I can sometimes (ab)use my privileges to TAKE THE MORNING OFF. What an ingenious plan.

I emailed a coworker that I’d be late because of a “doctor’s” “appointment,” climbed back into my bed, and fell fast asleep for another two hours. Those two hours were just…heaven. It was the right decision because I woke up feeling so much better about my whole world. I took my time getting ready and when I eventually made my way out the door, I was greeted to a most beautifully perfect blue-skies day. Warm, sunny spring.

So today, the desk job is what ended up suffering. And it didn’t really suffer at all. No one cared that I came in late, no one was upset, it was just standard office-ness. People come in late every day. I’m so lucky to have a job where that’s possible.

And so the juggling act continues…I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I love the challenge.