Week of 12/11/ - 12/17/2016
Sunday: Oh. My.
I am very sore.
Got up, had some coffee, fed and watered the animules (yeah, you read that right), and cruised Facebook. While cruising, got an order from a friend here in town--a big one. I can put that together and deliver it on Monday. Awesome. Then I have to get ready to go to my friend Michelle's house for brunch. I was gone nealy all day yesterday, and now this?
But it's brunch at Michelle's. This is no big deal, and she's feeding you.
Wash face, brush teeth, put hair in ponytail, put on jeans and a sweatshirt, and gather some crafting supplies, and I'm out. She said she wanted to make some solid lotions for gifts this year, and would I teach her? Of course I will.
Go to Michelle's she has coffee, all is well. She made a crustless quiche and sausage bread and hazelnut cookies dipped in chocolate, and we also had mimosas. Ann came over, and we all visited and ate and then we crafted and then I went home and went straight to bed. Update blog, send blog newsletter.
Child asks for French toast.
Fine! Up, and to the kitchen. Husband gets up too, so I make French toast for the child and coffee for him as he does not want French toast. All are fed and watered, so I take a hot, hot bath, and after that, go to bed for a nap.
OH GLORIOUS NAP HOW I LOVE YOU.
After the nap, I eat and then rouse the child to help me get the ornaments down from the loft in the garage. Yes, the day after a CrossFit competition, the greatest thing ever is to CLIMB UP AND DOWN ON A NEAR-VERTICAL LADDER. Omg, my quads hurt so bad.
My now very tall child helps me out, and we get everything down. She puts on the Frosty the Snowman video, and we get to work putting the ornaments on the tree. It takes us all through Frosty AND Rudolph, and then the big tree is up. That's about all the work I can handle, and then I notice the pile of dishes.
Do the dishes, manage child getting to bed, get myself to bed, collapse.
I've been writing "collapse" a lot this year. I should go back and count.
Monday: Oh, my. I am still sore. That's okay, no gym today. I am skipping roller derby because I still can't skate anyway, so there you have it. Go to work, go home, rest some, pack the big order and deliver it. Visit with my friend for a few minutes--lovely. Head home, have dinner. Bed.
Tuesday: Off to work with workout clothes at the ready. Arrange for my husband to pick up the child so I can go to the gym after work. Do so. On the way home from the gym, husband says he's out shopping and that I'm on my own for dinner. Okay, fine. Come home, let dog out, scrounge for leftovers, ooh! A baked potato. Choose to fry that in some coconut oil and slice off some roasted pork and call it yummy dinner, which it is. Get clothes together, shower, get daughter's clothes ready while she showers, early to bed.
Wednesday: Ugh. I think I'm catching something. I have a cough and sneezing and my eyes are puffy. How boring. Go to work anyway, muddle through, even though I'm a union rep and things are getting ugly. Faculty meeting after school, leave promtply at 3:40pm even though everyone else stays. They get 30 minutes per month for a faculty meeting that's built into our 40-hour week, and they want us to stay late each time. I refuse. My time is valuable. Come home, get daughter ready, go BACK to school for her band concert. The band teacher is incredible, the show is awesome, my daughter does very well as do all the children, and we go out to dinner. Cram dinner in piehole, go home exhausted, in bed at 9:30, which is FAR too late to go to bed.
Thursday: That was far too late to go to bed. My eyes are still puffy, and I still feel like I might be coming down with something but my body is fighting it. Two more days of school this week. Text friend whose order is still not picked up/delivered, and let her know my husband will deliver it today or tomorrow. Check email--two soap orders! Yay! I have free shipping going on through today. Hmm. I need to remind myself to take that off in the morning.
Friday: Finally, Friday. (How many times have I said, THAT this year?) Up and at 'em, get a Starbucks because it's Friday, and get to work. Work and work and shhhh -- take my lunch break to go shop for a gift for my daughter, because the place is only open until 6pm and I can't ever get there. And do they have the thing? YES THEY HAVE THE THING! You know, we have had plenty of years where we couldn't afford the thing, and it feels really good to be able to buy her the thing she wants. I try not to spoil her too much, but she is an only child. Take the thing home, then go back to work and finish out the day. The kids are insane. Gotta get out of here.
I always have high hopes for Friday night, but let's be honest, nothing ever happens. Like, absolutely nothing. It was a great effort for me to soak in a hot bath, get out, put on pajamas and comb my hair. That's literally the sum total of what I did.
Someone please remind me of this the next time I have high hopes for a Friday night, okay? Because I went to bed at 7:30pm.
Saturday: Up at 5am. Awesome sleep. I slept the sleep of the perpetually exhausted. Get up, make coffee, give the chickens liquid water, as theirs has frozen in the night (it was 50 degrees on Friday, then dropped to below zero overnight. We also got about 6 or 7 inches of snow. I have a party to go to later on, for which I must make deviled eggs, so I have to go to the store. I think I'm going to skip the gym and do some yoga at home instead.
Yoga at home does not happen as I get busy with keeping warm, as the temperature is absolutely frigid out there, and I need a day off. I do manage to make deviled eggs, however, and showed up at the party and had a good time. Stayed up too late, though--11pm. Not sure how that's humanly possible for me, but it is.
Hey, want that deviled egg recipe? You got it!
to sign up for my newsletter!
Who writes this?
Hi, I'm Amy Kalinchuk. I am an author, publisher, crafter, entrepreneur, roller derby skater, wife, mom, and friend. I try to be organized and maintain an air of enviable breezy elegance. I do not always succeed. But crafting? I can do that. And small business. I can do that, too. So can you! No, seriously, you can do this! I'll show you.