Waiting, waiting, waiting

After obsessing over choices for all this time, I feel ready to go now that I have found the first piece of the puzzle--the perfect countertop. The rest should, hopefully, fall into place easily (once I find time to go look at tile...that will be another post.)
Now I am waiting on other people...waiting for an exact quote on the countertop, waiting to hear from the contractor. Called the other day and left a message and have tried to call since then but can't leave a message because the mailbox was full. My friend who referred him offered to deliver a message in person (He is still working in her neighborhood.) I hope she does, since I can't get him on the phone. She assures me that he is difficult to reach before you hire him, but once he is in your house, he is all yours. I am okay with that, but I'm having a hard time waiting just to leave a message that I will have to wait for him to return.
I supppose a little more waiting is okay since I am also still waiting for the perfect sink to appear. (The obsession never really ends.) I found some that are the right size with the drain placement in the rear, but they are DEEP DEEP DEEP. What would I do with a 12" deep sink? I suppose it would be good exercise to bend and stretch that much every time I needed to reach something on the bottom of the sink, but how am I supposed to teach the kids to put dirty dishes in the sink (or maybe even to wash them!) if they can't reach the bottom? They would need to get inside the sink to do it...the little one, whose favorite activity is getting herself wet and messy, would probably love it, but I am not picturing less work for me in that scenario. Or maybe we could just move bathtime to the kitchen...