Week of 11/6-11/12/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day -- good day with good sales, and shenanigans with my derby friend Dish, who live streamed some of our vending. We think we are hilarious. We are probably not.
Monday: Work. After work, it's time for the school play's dress rehearsal. Because my ankle is still giving my grief, I go to the gym instead of derby, because I can come right back, pick up the kid, and go home. Which I do.
Tuesday: More work, then another dress rehearsal. I occupy myself after school with more work, then getting a small amount of shopping done. Home late for the second day, dinner, bed.
Wednesday: Work. Have faculty meeting. After that, have meeting with title company to sign all the papers for a home refinance. After that, take kid to get something to eat, then come back and it's time for the school play. I help with hair and makeup for the play. The play happens. Home at 8:45pm.
Thursday: Work. After work, get food with child. Come back, hair and makeup for play. Play happens. Home at 8:45pm. I'm very glad this is the last night of these shenanigans because I can't take much more of this.
Friday: Come home, rest for a minute, then go to my friend Ann's house for dinner! Very nice! And, AND, I drive home with her car, Sparky! The home refinance was mostly to buy her car (and pay off a large credit card). Hooray for two cars fewer than 3 years old!
Saturday: Get up, have breakfast, and get ready to help coach at the Fall Down Mix Up roller derby tournament. I coach 5 bouts, lose my voice, and decide that's enough. Come home, pack the buckets, get ready for last farmer's market of the season tomorrow!
Week of 10/30-11/5/2016
Sunday: Hooray! It's farmer's market day! I look outside at 6am, and it's foggy. FOGGY! In Denver? We don't usually get humid enough to have fog. And the sun isn't all the way up, and it's creepy, and yay! Because it's the Halloween fun time day at the market! All the kids dress up and trick-or-treat at our booths, and then have a costume parade at 11am. It's the best market day of the year!
It also used to be the LAST market day of the year. But two years ago they tried out going an extra week, and last year they went two extra weeks. This year, they are keeping that schedule, so I have two more markets to go after this one, and then I get a tiny bit of rest, and then I have two holiday shows.
Pretty good sales--my newsletters seem to be working. Lots of loyal customers coming to stock up. Also sold two (2) skin care kits to one person!
Came home, unloaded, then updated the email list with new sign-ups (toward the end of the season, I always get more sign-ups). Got ready for work, watched some online TV. Tried to relax. tried to get to bed early.
Monday: Woke up at 3am. GREAT. And it's Halloween. Whatever, I will push through! Go to school, no costumes allowed, NO FUN WILL BE HAD THIS IS SCHOOL. Finish up, come home, take a nap, then have dinner and get ready for trick-or-treating! Take photos of my daughter who is dressed up as Michael Meyers (see lovely photo below). Husband takes child out for candy begging, and I stay home to dole it out to the costumed hooligans.
I LOVE IT! They are so cute!
Also, my dog is SO VERY SMART AND HANDSOME, don't you know, and he waited at the door and didn't run out once, and didn't bark and jump at the door. He was a perfect gentleman!
In between waiting for the children, I started washing off the private label soaps. They got soda ash on them, and we wanted them to be black! They can't be ashy-grey! Luckily it works, and I tell my husband, so he can wash all of them before delivering on Wednesday.
Candy time is finally done, because I say so, at 9pm, because isn't that the rule in America? Trick or treat is done at 9, right?
It is at my house, anyway.
Tuesday: I have to teach the day after Halloween? Whose idea was this? Teach, teach, and then it's play practice for the kid and to the gym for me. Work out, feel great, come back and pick up the kid, go home, eat dinner, and it's time for bed. Just like that. Ugh.
Wednesday: Up and at 'em, get my kid dressed because it's "career day field trip" day, and she needs to dress like she's "going to an interview." News flash: It's a good thing we have days like this, because 13-year-olds do NOT know how to dress themselves for this. Holy mackerel.
Go to work, work all day, during which my husband texts me, asking for the address as he's delivering the private label soaps. Yay!
And then stay late because it's parent-teacher conference night. UGH. In good news, I have no parents (I am not even kidding), and I get ALL THE PAPERWORK done! Like, all of it, that was looming over me. I can't even believe it. Celebrate by updating this blog, right here. These words. Typed after school while waiting for non-existent parents.
When I come home, my husband informs me that he delivered the private label soaps (yay!) and that the shop owner was THRILLED with them! (YAAAAY!) And that the check was in the glove compartment of the car. (Whatever, dude. YAY CHECK YAY)
Thursday: Up and off to work. Another day, another evening of conferences. This evening, I have one (1) parent show up for conferences. I get myself planned for all of next week during this time. Come home, walk the dog, eat, collapse.
Friday: Day off, WOO HOO! This is a comp day because we worked two nights instead of having conferences during the day. I'm up at 5:15am in any case, without an alarm. My friend is bringing over her dog Zoe, who we've watched before, because friend is flying out of town for a funeral. Of course I said we would watch her. Dog is dropped off, and then I get ready for my day by having breakfast and then going to the gym at 9am. The rest of the day is completely and utterly wasted. Well, except for when I drove to my waxing appointment, and called a woman back. She's a woman in Louisiana who does not have a computer and only does business over the phone. I'm skeptical but call her back anyway. She tells me she has a little antique shop and would like to offer some soaps for the holidays. She ends up ordering 72 bars of soap. I tell her I'll check our stock and get back to her.
Saturday: Decide to walk the dog instead of going to they gym. Grief setting in. No matter, I have to press on, as I have to attend a tea at noon for my friend Ann's birthday. We have a lovely tea and conversation with our small circle of friends, for about 2 hours. Afterward, I go home and pack the soap buckets, and then check on the stock for my Louisiana friend. I don't have everything she wants, but can fit 5 sets of 12 soaps into a flat-rate box, so I call her and tell her that. I compute it, and she pays via credit card then and there. So much for being skeptical.
I attempt to print out her invoice and shipping label, but my printer is throwing a fit, so I have to wait until I can fix that situation. I give up and watch a movie with my family instead.
Week of 10/23-10/29/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day! Hooray! I actively wonder if my newsletter efforts wills tart to pay off, as we only have 3 more weeks after this week. I do see a few loyal customers come by and stock up, which helps make sales closer to last year's average.
come home, do laundry, get ready for the week.
Monday: Back to work, up and at 'em, omg. Suffer through, finally time to leave, go to Walgreens and buy some insoles for my skates, which have arches and heel cups. Go to roller derby practice, try out the insoles.
Much better. Not perfect, but I'll take it.
Tuesday: Not as much hobbling as last week. Think about emailing new private label client about delivery for next week. Check email--client has emailed ME, checking on the status. Very good. I arrange for delivery next week, no problem.
Wednesday: Last day of the week for the kids, so they are crazy. After work, I pack up my laptop and a bunch of paperwork, and bring it home because tomorrow is professional development day. This means they make us go to some school, fight for parking and actual seats in the classrooms, and listen to and participate in different conversations that may or may not pertain to our current professional lives.
My retired hairdresser contacts me through Facebook, and asks how my hair is. Because she retired 7 months ago, and finding someone new is a TOTAL pain in the ass, my hair is shit, and I tell her so. She tells me to come to her house, and she'll cut it for me. She was my hair girl for over 20 years -- I was her teacher when she was in high school and just getting her hair license, before she graduated. She knows exactly how to cut my hair so that it's in a style after I wash it and put conditioner in it--I don' have to do anything else to it. We have been friends for about 10 times as long as she was my student. Thank goodness she will still cut my hair. It feels great to have it in a style again, and not just a huge, curly ponytail.
Thursday: Professional development day. By some stroke of luck, I have chosen wisely, and every session today is meaningful and valuable. I have no idea how that happened. At the end of the day, I realize that I am absolutely exhausted, and if I don't take tomorrow off (no sub needed), I will probably get very sick very quickly. I have a lot of sick days. Preventive measures are a thing.
Friday: Sick day. Try to engage in self-care.
Saturday: Sleep in. Spend the day attempting to engage in self-care. Pack the buckets for tomorrow. Carve a pumpkin for Monday. Go to bed early.
My mother loved Halloween. We started with the pumpkins, and now I'm really, really depressed.
Week of 10/16 - 10/22/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market! Beautiful day, but the Bronco game seems to have interfered with people's ideas about attending the market. Hello? Weekly vegetables are a thing? Maybe?
Maybe not. Disappointing sales. Resolve to send newsletters once per week to remind people that the markets are ending and they need to show up.
Monday: Work. Again. How does this keep happening? Show up, do all the things, come home. Get ready for tomorrow, pack my workout gear, get my husband on board to pick up the child tomorrow so I can go to the gym. We discuss the private label order, and needed supplies. I go to roller derby practice.
My skate boot is bothering my left Achilles. Dang it. It hurts a LOT right after practice. Can't walk correctly. Massage and pain relief help me sleep.
Tuesday: OMG MY ANKLE I CAN'T WALK. Oof. Stretch it out, wear Danskos to help with the pain (they actually do help), work all day. Kid goes to play practice and I go to the gym. Modify the workout, do the whole thing, it's difficult. Ankle feels better with blood moving through it. Not best, but better. Home again, eat, shower, bed. Ugh.
Wednesday: Oof. Ankle is still sore, but much better than yesterday. Work all day, come home, walk the dog. Dinner, do some email newsletter work for soapcrone.com. Start cruising Pinterest. Regret it, as my whole evening slipped away down that rabbit hole.
Thursday: Work. Workout. Feel better. Head home. Take some notes about my new Skillshare series (You can take my first class here! Easy zipper pouch tutorial!)
Friday: Finally, Friday. Work, then home immediately. Take a nap. Walk the dog. Eat some dinner. Find a movie, and watch it in bed until I fall asleep.
Saturday: Up at 7:30am. Holy buckets. I never sleep that late--must have needed it. Decide not to go to the gym, as planned, and instead have some breakfast, then take the dog to the park for a long walk, amid distraction. 2.5 miles, takes forever because the puppy is SO EXCITED LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE OMG I'M AT THE PARK I'M AT THE PARK. We manage it, however, and head home. Go to the feed store for straw and chicken feed. Come home, haul the straw, open up the coop, strap a bandana around my mouth, put on my sunglasses, and clean out the coop with a broom. Take the hose to all of it, as well, and scrub it clean. Let it air dry for a few hours, then back out there to put clean straw in their nest area, their sleeping area, and all around the floor. Happy chickens immediately start scratching and clucking away. Go to the store for change for the till for tomorrow, and pick up some dinner for the family. Eat, get clothes ready, go to bed. Farmer's market tomorrow.
Week of 10/9 - 10/15/2016
Sunday: SIGH! Mini-vacation is almost over. Sleep in, eat some breakfast, take a 3-mile walk to stretch my legs. Get laundry in, so we can go home with clean clothes. Check in for our flight and print boarding passes. Laundry is done, pack bags. Gather family together and go to Dad's choir performance. Come home, eat some dinner, grab all the things, and Dad drives us to the airport. The airport is so small, we show up about 30 minutes before we have to board. Get to the check-in, and there's a line.
And nobody working the desk.
My traveling anxiety starts to kick in. But I realize that everyone in this line is supposed to be on that plane, so someone will show up soon. Right? RIGHT? Where are they?
Finally she shows up. I'm worried about our bag, which is probably over the 50# limit. She is so fast checking us all in (because of the tardiness!) that she doesn't even look at my heavy bag. Hooray! We go to security, they send me back to the check-in desk, because the boarding passes I printed at home aren't working, so I have to get new boarding passes.
Back to the desk. She prints them. Back to security. We get through, with no hassle. Go to the bathroom, fill up our water bottle, and we wait about 10 minutes before they start boarding. Selfies! And then we board and fly home to Denver, at night. My daughter, on only her second flight, thinks it's going to be cool to see the stars from the plane. She soon realizes the moon is really cool to see, too. And the lights down below.
We land in Denver on time, go to baggage claim, get the bag, then hustle to the train. I buy the tickets, we get on the train, which leaves on time. Take the train all the way back to Union Station.
And we have 6 minutes to board the light rail, which is clear across Union Station, or wait another 30 minutes, when I'm already exhausted, as it's 10pm.
NO THANK YOU.
We trot quickly across Union Station. 5 minutes remain. 4 minutes. We are almost to the escalator. 2 minutes. We trot quickly to the light rail, heave that heavy bag onto it, throw ourselves on, and the bell dings and doors close behind us. Success!
We ride the light rail to our stop, find our car which is amazingly still there and not burgled, and we drive home, heave the bag into the house, and collapse. 5am comes quickly around here.
Monday: Sleep until 6am, which is the best I can do without being terribly late to work. Grab whatever food there is, throw some Zipfizz into my lunch bag, and we roll. THIS is why I did the laundry at Dad's yesterday--so we have clean clothes when we are brain dead. Work all day, come home after school, take a short nap, then eat some dinner and off to roller derby. Skate skate skate, come home, shower, collapse.
Tuesday: Up just before 6am again, note to self that I can go to bed early tonight. Go to work, slog through my day. Stay late because daughter has play practice. Catch up on some work. Go home. Eat. Collapse before 8pm.
Wednesday: Up at 5:15am. Much better. Sleep is a miracle! I suggest you get some for yourself. Work, come home. Discuss soap plans with my husband--we have a new private label client and he has to deliver soap to a current private label client tomorrow.
Very Old Honda has served us well, but the check engine light has come on, and I just can't sink any more money into this thing. My friend is selling her second car, so I begin pursuing a home refinance to pay of a credit card and buy this used car, which is a 2014 still under warranty. The preliminary numbers look good. So glad that housing prices are booming in Denver right now.
If I haven't reminded you already, please vote Yes on marijuana legalization. It's great for the economy, as well as great for reducing crime rates. We have so many people moving to Colorado and Denver right now, our home prices are skyrocketing.
Thursday: Even though I'm now getting some sleep, I'm still exhausted from work. I teach special education, and I'm the department chair. There is SO MUCH mental illness happening in my world right now, it's staggering and exhausting. I think the one thing that makes me more tired than any other thing is dealing with the mental illness in children. And then the anger that I have, because their parents either a) caused it because of their abuse; or b) have ignored it because they are mentally absent parents; or c) have given up on their children and say crazy things like they are going to eject their 12-year-old from the house, as if that's an option, which is also abuse, so that goes back to point a).
Get a text from my trainer at the gym. "Where have you been? We miss you." I WILL BE THERE ON SATURDAY OMG.
Friday: Finally, Friday! Somehow manage to get through the day, even with RAMPANT MENTAL ILLNESS AGAIN OMG. What is it with this year and The Crazy-Making?
Come home, literally collapse in bed. Consider not eating dinner. Reconsider. Eat, then rouse myself to take my family to Costco. NOTE TO ALL: Friday evening is a great time to go to Costco! No crowds at all!
Saturday: Sleep until 6am, huzzah! Eat, then go to the gym. Work out, feel great. Spend the day doing laundry, putting away laundry and the suitcase, doing dishes, doing RETAIL TAXES (ugh), reminding my crafty vendor friends on Facebook to do their retail taxes, and the whole time re-watching season 6 of Game of Thrones. My husband decides we need to set up the new cable box today, as well, so I do that, too. Go to bed early, back to the farmer's market tomorrow.
Week of 10/2 - 10/8/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day! Beautiful weather, moderate sales. The football game wasn't interfering this week. Maybe next week will be better; maybe people didn't get paid yet.
Damn it, I'm going to be gone next Sunday. DAMN IT.
Monday: Up and at 'em, ready for school. School, school, then softball after school. WHEN WILL THESE GAMES START ON TIME OMG THIS IS TAKING FOREVER. Game doesn't end until after 6pm, I bail on roller derby. Forget it.
Tuesday: School again. On lunch, check on my Skillshare class. Over 35 students! Sweet! (You can take the class, too! Make an easy zipper pouch!)
Wednesday: Last day before I fly away! Get plans in order, make sure sub request is in, finish the day, and I'm out! Go to the gym, go home, eat dinner, and pack for our trip!
Thursday: Get up, take the dog to my friend's house, who will babysit him for the next 4 days. Spend the day traveling to Iowa for my brother's wedding! We took the park-n-ride, and the light rail, and the trane to the plane, then took a direct flight. My daughter had never been on a plane before, so this was a fun day. It was an adventure: I taught her how to read a train schedule and how we can jump on any train that has our destination in the line; how to check a bag; how to go through security; what the timeline is for eating lunch and using the restroom before a short flight, etc. She was great. When that plane took off, she sat with her chin in her hand, looking out the window, for a solid 20 minutes. So much fun. My friend picks us up, takes us to Dad's house, and we sit up until 10pm, laughing and telling stories and eating sandwiches.
Friday: SLEEP IN!! I am on a mini-vacation! Yay! Get up, have breakfast, go for a run later. We spend the day with my dad, and then go to the rehearsal dinner for my brother's wedding. That's it. Lots of driving. Beautiful day.
Saturday: SLEEP IN AGAIN! Two days in a row! What? Take it easy, then get everybody ready to go to the wedding! Wedding is beautiful--outdoors, sunny, 73 degrees, a slight breeze. It couldn't have been more perfect. Eat some dinner, socialize, dance the night away. What a great evening.
Week of 9/25 - 10/1/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market! Beautiful morning! The week before payday! And a Bronco game at 11am! None of this bodes well for sales! None of it! If I still use exclamation points, will it feel better? More happy?
No, it will not. Sales were down, as I expected. The weather was beautiful. Come home, unload, eat some lunch, then go to Costco for dog food. Come home, plan my week of production in anticipation of Saturday. Organize the laundry. Get ready for the week. Order materials right before bed because I forgot to do it earlier.
Monday: Work, then a softball game that lasts forever, come home, unload 50# bags of sugar and salt from the car that my husband picked up for me today. Grab some food, shove it in my piehole, and go to derby practice where I will NOT skate, because my legs need a BREAK.
Not literally! Ha!
Come home, go to bed by 10:30, not too bad.
Tuesday: Work, stay late because of play practice, plan on making masks tonight. Husband will make bath salts and sugar scrub for me this week. I will do the rest.
Wednesday: Work, go to chiropractor, pick up food, pick up kid after softball, go home. Eat the food, then start on the printer.
The printer has not been working. Why. WHY? WHY CAN'T TECHNOLOGY JUST WORK AND WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN RIGHT WHEN I NEED TO PRINT ALL THE LABELS?
Fidget around on the support websites, trying to figure out what gives. Restart printer. Restart computer. Finally resort to deleting printer on computer, and attempting to install it as a new printer.
OMG IT WORKED IT WORKED OH HAPPY DAY.
Why isn't it printing? There is nothing on this page it just shot out. DAMN IT.
Remove ink, realize they are pretty much dry, run to Target, buy new ink, come back, install----AND IT PRINTS!
I'm going to bed.
Thursday: Exhausted. Can't get out of bed. Stay in bed until I can't take it any longer and have to pee. Throw some food in the lunch bag, throw some clothes on, and make it to work.
Friday: Exhausted. Still, have to make sugar scrub. Make it. Have to make lotion--all 3 kinds. Make the lotion. Label the soaps. Print out labels for salt, lotions, scrubs. Label all the things. Pack the buckets. Pack many of the new lotions, scrubs, and all the salt. Collapse in bed, because my load-in time tomorrow is 6:30am.
Saturday: Horseshoe Craft and Flea Market! Up at 5:17 am because I FORGOT TO SET MY ALARM OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS? Get up, get moving, pack water and snacks, pack the car, out the door to Starbucks, have coffee and a breakfast sandwich as well. Drive to show, eat breakfast sandwich on the way. Arrive at 6:31am, not bad. Drive in, unload, drive away, park my car (you've all seen the video, when we have 125 vendors, it becomes a very serious thing, unloading!). Walk back, and set up slowly, because it does NOT take me that long to set up. Make friends with my neighbors, take photos of some of their weirdness because they are the best neighbors!
Beautiful day. Slow sales.
I check in with other vendors after the day is over, and they all say the same. Beautiful day. Slow sales. We all made about half of what we have in the past. What is going on with this year?
Week of 9/18 - 9/24/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day, hooray! Except, who is this? In my spot? unloading and setting up and WOULD YOU GET YOUR DAMN CAR IN YOUR OWN SPOT OMG. I am so cranky about this! So cranky, that I made a video about it, last year. To wit:
Will they listen? No, they will not. They will keep their dang car there, blocking the thoroughfare, so the rest of us have a big traffic jam and throw hissy fits on YouTube.
Sales were below average. The weather was good. The third weekend of the month isn't usually very good--people have to make it to the next payday. My friend came by and kept me company with shenanigans. We decided the next time she comes we need to do a Facebook Live broadcast because we are so hilarious. We are sure that everyone will think so. Every person on the planet will agree that we are comedic geniuses.
Hold your breath for that one, right?
Monday: Back to work. Stay late because of softball practice. Come home, eat, then run off to roller derby practice, which I CANNOT skip, because we have a game on Saturday and I'm on the roster. Ghost out of practice after scrim because sleep is a thing. Home, shower, bed. Therapy is important.
Tuesday: Today I will rest. Go to work, have meetings, do all the things, stay late because of play practice (joiner child!), go home, eat, make a list of crafty things I need to do, note that new printer is not printing AGAIN, and I just cannot deal with technology not working! UGH! Why can't things just WORK?
Obviously I am cranky again. Cranky on Sunday, cranky on Tuesday. Sigh.
Wednesday: I am going to the gym today. I am going to the gym today. I am going to the gym today. TODAY. I packed my clothes and they are ready in the car.
Bomb squad called to school because of a threat. After-school activities canceled. Have to drive the child home.
I am not going to the gym today.
Thursday: I AM GOING TO THE GYM TODAY! Grr! Go to work, have all the meetings, do all the things, child goes to play practice and I FINALLY make it to the gym! Work out, feel amazing. I really need to try and get there more often. Would softball just end already? Come home, eat dinner, consult my crafting list. Sigh. Shower, bed.
Friday: Finally, Friday. At lunch, check on my Skillshare class. 32 enrolled! Woo hoo! Even at this slow rate, it's 3 times more than YouTube has ever paid me in a month. I'm making more of these little classes! I love them!
Have I mentioned to you how much I love making videos? Tutorial videos, talking head videos, shenanigan videos. I love it all. It's like a convergence of all of my skills I've learned as a human, to date. It just feels right.
Saturday: Finally, sleep! I sleep in, then get up, have some coffee, and psych myself up to make some lotion. Or masks. Or anything. Instead, I watch Game of Thrones reruns and walk the dog. I have a roller derby game, so we have to leave at 3:30. I can get a lot done between now and then. Well, 3pm, because I have to get my uniform together, etc.
I walk the dog and plan what I will do. I will make masks.
I do not make masks, and succumb to the depression that sets on on Saturdays. Always on Saturdays, and always when I have a game. What is going on? Next weekend is Horseshoe Craft and Flea Market, and I have to be prepared! Guh!
Make nothing. Drive to Colorado Springs to play roller derby. Play my heart out. Feel great. Hobble to the car afterward because I'm getting old.
Still feel great, though.
Week of 9/11-9/17/2016
Sunday: Farmer's market day, hooray! Checked my email--started the day with a $77 order. Yes! Beautiful weather in the morning--very cool. I needed a hoodie. By only 7:30am, I ditched the hoodie. By the end of the market, it was 87 degrees. Not cool, Colorado, not cool. Finish up, get some food, then rest. Walk the dog, get ready for work tomorrow.
Monday: To work! Mondays are difficult. Today is more so, for some reason. I have noticed that I am feeling the effects of fatigue very sharply this year. I attribute everything to grief anymore. Not sure if that's correct or appropriate, but it keeps me focused on self-kindness, so that's good anyway. Today I have the impulse to sell everything we have and move out of the country. Just run away. Forever. Go to roller derby practice instead.
Tuesday: Whoa, Tuesdays are SO MUCH WORSE than Mondays, because of practice, which runs until 9:30pm. I leave early so that I can be in bed at a decent hour, but dang. Push through at work anyway, help the child with homework, come home, walk the dog. Collapse in bed. I can't think of anything except sleep anymore.
Wednesday: My friend at school is asking for more private order lotion. I make it for her with essential oils that she purchased. Note to self: make the damn lotion on Saturday. At school until 5pm because of softball practice. I don't write and send the invoice for tomorrow until about 8pm, which is way too late, and omg I need to sleep.
Sleep is where it's at. I'm glad I don't have much trouble with it. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I couldn't sleep. Shout out to those with insomnia issues. I'm so sorry.
Thursday: My husband drives to Fort Collins to deliver the private label order. Comes back with a big fat check. YES. I LOVE PRIVATE LABEL! It's so worth it. If you make batch-able products like I do, you should totally look into it. It's about 20% of the work for 50% of the money of retail. Even I can do that math. WORTH IT. After school, we attend my daughter's softball game, then go eat, then go home and walk the dog, then collapse.
Friday: Deposit check. Whoever invented mobile deposit with the phone is an absolute GENIUS. I can adult without going to the bank!
Why do I hate physically going to the bank so much?
Aaanyway, work, then another softball game (wtf, schools?). During game, make list of products I need to make, including private order lotion, bottling liquid soap, making bath salts (buy jars? yes? maybe?). Oh, god, did the car payment go? ::checks bank account:: Not yet, probably Monday. Good, good. It's all good. Home after the game, dinner, bed.
Saturday: To the gym, for once! I missed all week, but I kept walking the dog. I have to figure something out with softball practice and games, so I can go to the gym more than once per week. This isn't going to cut it. Workout, feel great, come home. All of those things on the list? Yeah, they aren't getting done today. I need to rest. So I do. I suppose the other stuff will get done soon enough.
Grief is the hardest thing I have ever done.
Week of September 5- 9, 2016
Sunday: Farmer's market! Good sales today, and I'm feeling pretty good despite the lingering nonsense from the headache debacle the previous two days. A headache that bad is NOT recommended. Spend the rest of the day resting, because I have tomorrow off from school.
Monday: Labor Day! I labored by making 50 bottles of face lotion. It took about 2 solid hours to make the lotion, bottle it, clean the bottles, label them, and shrink wrap the tops. Pretty good for 2 hours of labor. I then took the rest of the day off, until it was time for roller derby. Great practice, come home, bask in the glory of a three-day weekend in which all the laundry got done, fall asleep.
Tuesday: Back to work. OMG. Husband has made the private label soaps, and I create a new calendar on the wall, indicating delivery next Thursday.
Wednesday: Work again. Worked out at the gym. No crafting. Went to the chiropractor after work. Scheduled for another appointment next week, same time, this is going to help. I swear it is.
Thursday: Pretty good day. Start planning for what I need to make this weekend. Try to get to bed early.
Friday: Cannot believe it's finally here. Work, come home, eat dinner, walk the dog, literally collapse in bed before 8pm. Wake up at 7am. OH GLORIOUS SLEEP WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
Saturday: Up at a decent hour, have some coffee and breakfast, walk the dog. Go to the gym for their fundraiser workout, come home, shower, make lip balm (hey hey! Actual manufacturing, what?), bag it up. Pack the buckets, refresh the till. Go to bed early.
Oh, how I love going to bed early.
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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.