I looked at a calendar yesterday and officially freaked out. Never mind that it’s December – we head into our first market, the Bust Craftacular in a week. A few days after that, we start Gifted. Before that happens, we have to ship a hell of a lot of packages, which means next week. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? December just started and it seemed like the holidays were, you know, “over there”, not quite happening yet, but just “over there”, but in reality it’s already “here”. I thought I had more time.
Adding to the stress is Fridays. Friday is the day that Claudine doesn’t go to school. Because of this, she often gets left to play by herself while Mark and I are running around trying to get work done. No no, it’s not as bad as it sounds, but sometimes I do feel like she’s getting the shaft when both of us are stressed and racing against time. We usually never really know how our schedule shakes out for the day until the day before or else we’d try to make arrangements for a babysitter, but often it’s too last minute and we find ourselves juggling too many things. We try to take breaks and hang out with her, set up activities for her to do, or Mark will bring her on errands if he has to make deliveries. She’s usually game for being his special little helper, but there are days where all she wants to do is talk and chat and talk and ask questions and talk and talk and talk. I know she’s only being four.
I’m also tackling a work project that could potentially be fun, but is so outside of the scope of what I normally do that it’s just a big mountain of head scratches, empty blinks, and blank stares at the computer.
Is it Christmas yet?