Week of February 21 - 27
Sunday: Sleep in, for once. (IT FELT GREAT) Eat breakfast, do NOT go to the gym. Pay attention to the alert on my phone which says I need to reply to a reader email. Reply to said email. Update blog, send out in newsletter. Update soap website. Write soap newsletter and schedule it. Get ready for roller derby. Drive to roller derby bout. Skate in roller derby bout and have all the fun! Come home, eat dinner, get ready for work on Monday.
Monday: Go to work with sore legs from double workouts on Friday and Saturday, and then skating on Sunday. Hobble through. Get alert on phone that I have a chiropractor appointment after school. Feel the impulse to cancel it, and then realize that, just because I'm concerned about my mother does not mean I have to cancel my life right now. Realize that my first urge is to cancel everything right now. Go to chiropractor appointment, come back to school, get child after her school club is finished, go home. Eat, get ready for roller derby, go to roller derby practice, come home, collapse.
Tuesday: Go to work, note that we got a soap order, print it out on lunch break. Get a text from husband about shopping for groceries after school. Agree to it, since he is recovering from surgery last week, but still wants to cook dinner, and realize this is a small thing for me to do, considering. Go shopping, get groceries, go home. Eat the dinner, check for soap orders, deliver the print out to my husband, go to bed.
Wednesday: Go to work, put soap order in the mail that my husband packed last night after I went to bed. Get email from friend of my aunt, who wonders if I would make a bunch of lip balms and nose balms for the dog show she's helping with in September. Flag email for later and respond, telling her I will think about it and get back to her. Note to self that lip balms are easy and I should do that. Nose balm is another thing altogether, maybe not. I have to consider my time investment in developing a new product--it probably wouldn't be worth my time. Do not respond further, as I need to think about it. See new soap order in email, print it out, give to husband. Note to self that I need to make face lotion and serum this week, damn it. Go home, eat dinner, watch Wheel of Fortune for the second night in a row, because my husband started watching it yesterday and he's now decided it's an old-school thing to do. Watch along, beat everyone at this game, snort smugly to self as I saunter out of the room. Bed.
Thursday: Check emails, see that the organizers of the metaphysical faire in April have sent me promo materials, nod head, flag email for later. Go to work, mail soap order that husband packed. Feel grateful for him. Eat breakfast burrito that husband made overnight. Feel even more grateful. Work, work. Plan on making face lotion this evening, come hell or high water or extreme fatigue, tomorrow is Friday, I can do this. Work late because daughter is trying out for soccer. Home, eat dinner, collapse in bed early.
Friday: Full night of sleep! Miracle! Go to work, thankful for casual Fridays, wearing my "The Struggle is Real" t-shirt and jeans. Work all day, clean my classroom after school, waiting for soccer tryouts to be finished. Immediately drive to Share Denver, because they are closing, and I was invited to their sneak peek sale the day before. SCORE BIG with a sidewalk sandwich board! This will be amazing for vending! Buy other craft stuff, too, because when a craft school sells all their stuff, you buy it. Come home, make plan for weekend, go to bed early. Two days in a row of over 12-hour days.
Saturday: Skip the gym yet again, as I'm not feeling well. Get up, have some coffee, cruise the Internet. Make plan for weekend--I HAVE TO make face lotion! Realize my friend will be here very soon for her baby shower, and I have to make something. Go to Michael's for baby blanket yarn. Score again with a sale and a coupon. Come home, do dishes, dote on chickens. Realize we have a couple more days until payday so big groceries are out of the question. Go to Share Denver to pick up sandwich board (she was using it through the sale), call friend Heather on the way. After chat and picking up the board, go to store for small things. Come home, realize my entire day has been about taking the day off, decide to take the whole day off. Put dishes away, make plan for Sunday, take a bath, go to bed early.
Week of 14 February - 20 February, 2016
Sunday: Get up, have coffee and a protein shake, watch YouTube videos, get dressed go to the gym. Today marks 1 year to the day that I started CrossFit. Note to self that I have to get that video together before the end of this month. Workout, note how many things in today's workout I physically COULD NOT DO, one year ago, shed a couple of grateful tears. Come home, make fried cinnamon rolls for my daughter and myself, sit down and eat and make my to-do list. No more days off. Gotta get things done today.
After eating, take a bath, then crash and take a nap. AGAIN. Just like last week. What is going on with Sundays?
Wake up 1.5 hours later and GET TO WORK! Update blog and publish, order bottles because I need to make face lotion and sample packs, and damn it, this has to get done! Spend time with family (husband made breakfast for dinner for Valentine's day), make list for tomorrow, go to bed.
Monday: President's Day! Hooray! Up and at 'em and getting things done, like makeups and YouTube videos! Record two videos, edit and load one. Realize that I cannot make sample packs and I have to wait for those bottles I ordered yesterday. Wish for delivery drones for heavy objects. Readjust schedule. Make schedule for the week, realize this week is going to be weird, allow myself to let things go this week and just care for my family. Go to roller derby practice and feel better.
Tuesday: Time for work. Get to work, do some work, go home. Check email at home, and receive devastating news about my mother. Talk with husband, realize that our plans for vending this spring may be affected, cancel road trip we had planned for this summer, readjust travel arrangements, etc. Help daughter finish her weekly math homework because the rest of our week is going to be full and ridiculous. Check on sick days, figure out how to get the paperwork in for a leave of absence. Collapse in bed.
Wednesday: Work in a haze, thinking of my mother, and making plans to see her. Receive lovely flowers from friend at work, to cheer me (see photo). Make sure sub plans are done for the next two days. I note that, since last week, I cry in the car pretty much every time I'm in it. Give myself permission to cry and who cares? Even I have my limits.
Thursday: Up at the ass crack of dawn to take husband to the hospital for his scheduled surgery. Pick up his mother on the way, take our kid, and to the hospital we go. He is checked in and off to surgery, we go to breakfast. Ask husband before he goes if he wants us to sit in the waiting room and wring our hands the whole time, because we can do that if he wants? He laughs and insists we go to breakfast. Glad we both have a sense of humor.
Visit with a friend who is retired from teaching and lives on that side of town, during breakfast. Lovely visit. Head back to hospital, husband is out of surgery, all is well. Get him installed in his room. Drive grandma home, drive myself and the kid home. Time for lunch. Eat, take a shower, collapse in bed. Several hours later, note that my daughter has also taken a nap (rare!). Wake her, make some dinner, watch some tv and eat dinner. Do no work. Go to bed.
Friday: Up to take kid to school. Drive her there, drive to hospital. Husband is fine, ready to come home, but they won't release him until about noon. Decide to go home and get some things done, like dishes and laundry because the cat peed on the bed, and I already put laundry in before driving to school. Come home, check laundry, transfer it, put in more laundry (damn cat!), do dishes, make myself some food, eat the food, receive text from husband that they are letting him out. Drive to hospital, get husband, drive to pharmacy to pick up meds, drive to grocery store to get kombucha and yogurt because hospitals ruin immunity and also he's on a liquid diet for two days. Go home, get him installed in a clean bed (I amazed myself by working this miracle), change into gym clothes, go to school to pick up child. Child calls me while I'm in the parking lot, saying she has a soccer meeting and she forgot to tell me. Restrain myself from smashing my head into anything. Wait for child, finally she arrives, drive her home. Have a snack, drive to the gym, late for the 4:30 class, but they invite me to join anyway, so I do, because time. Workout, feel much, much better. Stay for the 5:30 class because there's only one person and she's new to the gym, so I do the workout with her except for the running and wall balls, because I have limits. Feel even better on the way home--sweat can cure a lot.
Saturday: Up, eat breakfast, check emails, run to pharmacy because I didn't get husband's antibiotics yesterday. Note how grateful I am, after getting the meds, that we have access to a Saturday pharmacy in our insurance network. Bring meds home, then go to gym for the 9:30am workout. Work it out, all is well, then stay for the 11:00am yoga class. After that, run to Costco because the doctor wants my husband to drink 2 Cokes per day to flush out the thing (don't ask, you don't want to know), marvel that the doctors are using the adverse effects of soda to help them do their jobs, buy the Cokes and cashews because I'm out of cashews. Oh, and peanuts are so cheap. Ooooh, look, peanut butter pretzels. OH! Dark chocolate covered almonds! Check out, curse Costco. Then immediately feel grateful for my business, which allows me to have a Costco membership and the ability to buy 2.3 kilograms of nuts on a whim. Load car, drive to Share Denver for a class on Instagram! Learn that my Instagram is shit, take notes on how to fix it. Note that I will now have TWO Instagram accounts, and groan. (Readers, please note: I will have an Instagram account for this blog and my crafty shenanigans. In the meantime, please feel free to follow me at the Instagram link above. You will be notified about my new account when it is created.) Drive to Costco yet again, pick up a pizza because shit is getting real, drive home. Eat pizza, kid is very happy with pizza. Realize it is after 4pm. Take a shower. Attempt to nap, but the siren call of the Internet is too strong. Do a little email, watch a little video. Up at 6pm, play Monopoly with family on the Wii, because family time. OH HOW I HATE THIS GAME I ALWAYS LOSE AND IT IS SO SLOW. Lose at Monopoly, go to bed.
Of note this week:
Week of 7 February, 2016
Sunday: It's Super Bowl Sunday! Up and at 'em at 5am (sleeping in, woo), check email, have coffee, update blog post. Publish blog post, eat eggs, craft and send newsletter. Get child up and we go to the gym together for their Super Bowl WOD--partners required! Workout complete, get and bring home a bagel for each of us. Yum. Make to-do list for today, cruise Pinterest for a while, then my head starts to get heavy. I decide to take the laptop to the bed.
Watch a YouTube video. Eyes close. Head nods. And it has happened.
My body gave up. I took a nap.
1.5 HOURS LATER, I wake up, and am immediately pissed off that I fell asleep! I HAVE THINGS TO DO BODY WHY ARE YOU NOT KEEPING UP? Apparently, I have been working hard lately. Maybe I'm also fighting a bit of a cold (everybody at work is very sick with vomity-diarrhea flu). I have to rearrange my list of things to do! SO ANNOYING
But first, coffee. At 2pm.
Husband and child go to Super Bowl party, while I stay home. I get the private label soaps ready for delivery tomorrow (note to self: pulling out the soap dividers is WAY EASIER than before, because I've been working out), create and send invoices via email, and pack two retail orders from online.
I did NOT make a video, I did NOT even get anything set up for a video, I did NOT even do a vlog update, I crashed at 8:30pm. Even after I had taken a nap!
Monday: Get up, go to work, go to chiropractor, come back to school to get child from after-school activity, go home, get dressed for roller derby practice. Eat a bit. Go to practice. On the way, take a phone call from my mom, with very bad news. Cry in the car the rest of the way to practice. Wonder how I will get through practice. Take a deep breath and walk in, and get geared up, and run practice. Good distraction. Derby saves the day, again.
Tuesday: Get up, go to work, attempt to work, but I'm too distracted, thinking about my mom. Do my best anyway, come home. Realize I have not yet sent the soap newsletter because of life and Sunday was stupid. Update website for sale, write and send newsletter. Decide I need more distraction, get dressed, attempt to drive to the gym. Get stuck in STUPID traffic, because 1 million Bronco fans had to drive home to the suburbs after their sports rally downtown (somebody won something?). By some miracle, arrive at the gym on time and intact. Work out. Feel better. Go home, eat something, collapse.
Wednesday: Get up, go to work, go home, help child with homework, wait around for mom and dad to call to say they are in town. Pack two soap orders received today. Get family ready, go over to aunt's house for dinner and mostly to see mom and dad. Visit for a while, make the best of the time we have, go home. Collapse.
Thursday: Get up early, make lunch for field trip day for the child, make my own lunch, eat my own breakfast since I woke up at 3:00am. Go to work, attempt to get things done through a valiant effort. Read a Facebook post of someone asking about who's going to the gym for the 5:30pm workout. I remark that I might go. At about 2:30pm, retract that statement on the post, as I am falling asleep at my desk. Come home, eat dinner, bathe, go to bed.
Friday: Get up, feeling refreshed, go to work. Get all the things done, leave work planned for the next week. Home, change clothes, go to the 5:30pm workout at the gym. Remark that it was quite difficult. Go home, eat all the things, bathe, go to bed.
Saturday: Get up, have coffee, cook oatmeal for the chickens because I ran out of feed last night, eat a bit of oatmeal myself, and then go back to the gym. Have a great workout, go visit friend for coffee. Actual socializing? Yes--with a bit of networking. She's a lovely blogger, herself. After coffee, go to the feed store. Come home, unload feed, eat a bit, take the dog for a walk, then go to Costco. On a Saturday. What am I thinking? Get the shopping done, come home, unload. Rest for a bit, then haul all the feed (2, 50# bags) and the birdseed (1, 40# bag) to the back. Clean out the chicken coop on a beautiful 70-degree day in February. Remark that March is going to be a bitch for snow, mark my own words. Eat some dinner, watch some YouTube videos, hang with the family.
It's evening. Realize that I did not do ONE DAMN THING for my business today. Not one. NOTHING.
It felt pretty good. Went to bed early.
Week of 31 January - 6 February, 2016
Sunday: Get up, decide NOT to go to the gym, because I'm tired and I feel like I'm fighting a cold, and I'm sore. But mostly just because I'm tired. Rest is a thing. Get some Internet and computer work done, get husband up and remind him that he said he would take me and the girl out for lunch because tomorrow is our birthday! He does, and we do. During lunch, discuss husband's plans for a YouTube channel. He has a solid plan. Excellent. Fill the rest of the day with video editing and getting our weekly newsletter out to the people for our weekly sale. This week's sale will be a big one, because of my birthday! Craft newsletter, update website, schedule newsletter for Monday morning. Get lunches ready for the week--I only have 3 containers. Okay, 3 lunches it is. Discuss production plan for the week and delivery plan--husband needs to deliver the private label orders soon.
Monday: Happy birthday to me, and to my daughter! WOO HOO! She is 13, and is now taller than me, and we are the same shoe size. She was just a tiny baby a week ago! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?
We both get ready and go to school. Stopped by the Einstein's for a bagel for her, and the store so I could get cookies and doughnuts for treats, because I am an elementary school child who "brings treats for the class on my birthday." Go to school. My first period class is very appreciative. We eat doughnuts and participate in shenanigans. Period 2 is also appreciative, but not as well behaved. We (two teachers in that class) get them started on their work before handing out cookies. The rest of my day is spent working and teaching as per usual, without incident. We go home right away, because a snowstorm is coming and after-school activities are canceled. I wonder if we will cancel roller derby practice for the evening.
Home again, and my husband is nowhere to be found. He waltzes in a few minutes later, bearing the most ridiculous cake I have ever seen--ice cream and cake frozen together, and topped with a ridiculous amount of M&M's. That's what daughter said she wanted! We have some dinner, sing to each other, have some cake (omg, so sweet), and I get dressed for roller derby. Online report is the roads are not quite total crap, but are getting there quickly. Leadership decides to call it off. I get the word out through our Facebook page (I am a member of leadership, too), Facebook group, and the Twitters. Change clothes, go to bed early. Hope for a snow day, but not very hard. Get clothes ready for tomorrow, set alarm for 4:45am because I'm going to have to dig out the car.
Tuesday: Get up with alarm, check school district website. Blink.
NO SCHOOL NO SCHOOL SNOW DAY SNOW DAY WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Excellent. (Cue evil grin.)
Get up, turn off daughter's alarm, feed the critters, light the oil lamp, get some coffee, and get some video editing done. Upload new video. Eat some breakfast. Edit video, edit video, upload next video. Cruise Pinterest because I can. Do social media work, get out my blog planner, review last month. Write down statistics for blog visits, blog followers, YouTube statistics, etc. Note the income for the month, as well. Set goals for February. Note that I have to make my "make a simple skirt" video, and schedule it for Super Bowl Sunday, because who cares. Shoot a video, edit it, upload it. Print out soap orders already coming in from this week's sale. Do no laundry folding whatsoever. Go to bed early. An amazing day, filled with personal work for the blog, for the YouTubes, and for the crafting.
Wednesday: Back to school. Half of the children don't show up. Teach, teach, do the work. Note the soap orders--must print them out when I get home. Drive home, eat, get dressed, print soap orders, drive to the gym for some superior fitness. Nearly die at the end of the HIIT workout. Seriously, that was some serious fitness, holy wheezing. MOAR INHALER, PLZ.
Come home, try to meet my calorie goal, fail miserably. Husband informs me that his surgery date has been changed, so I note it on the calendar, and then cancel the sick days at school and schedule the new days. Note that delivery date for private label soaps can be later. Note that tomorrow is field trip day and I have to make my daughter a lunch to take. Set this note on my phone alarm. Bed.
Thursday: Up and at 'em, make that extra lunch, make my own lunch, feed and water the chickens, feed and water the cats, feed and water the dog, wonder when I get fed and watered. Looks like after all of them. Coffee and a protein shake, for me and I will eat some eggs for a second breakfast during a break at school. Off to work, field trip day, still have to teach the first two periods anyway. Get all the work done, note the new soap order. Note that I have to send emails to the private label clients about next week's delivery. Tell husband when the delivery must be. He agrees.
To bed at 7:45pm. Fall asleep around 8:45pm.
Friday: Up at 4am. Unsurprising -- that was some good sleep. Up, feed and water, feed and water, get some coffee for myself, get computer out, write this update. Go to school, run an errand, get myself some take-out lunch! (yay!) Leave school IMMEDIATELY because some kid had a carton of milk in his locker for ages and took it out and threw it down the stairwell next to my room, because that's something to do. GAG on the stench, run away. Come home, rest a short while, then bring the hammer down and supervise homework with my child, because she's missing things and needs to make them up. NO VIDEO GAMES UNTIL HOMEWORK IS DONE ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME
After homework, get some dinner, then collapse in bed. Hard work this week.
Saturday: Once again, up at 4am! Chicken care, then coffee and computer work. Make plans with Pinterest items to make, and also rearrange some pins so my Crafty and Cool board makes more sense. Also, make a new board for quilts. SKIP the gym (gasp!) and go to breakfast with Ann and Michelle instead. Lovely visit with them, then shopping at the thrift store for 99 cent sweater day! (See the video below to view my haul!) I got so many great things I had to make a video about them, so I did! Immediately lament to self that now I have to make all those things I said in the video. Remind myself that I don't have to make them all in one day.
Wash sweaters for felting, fold all the laundry, time for bed.
In my head from this week:
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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.