So here I am. I'm sitting in the middle of my living room floor. "Why?" you ask? Well, because.
It's because I am exhausted. Today Ribbon Blossoms had a booth in a boutique held at a local historic farm. Do you know what that means? That means that for the last month I have been anticipating all the unanswered questions, such as "How will we stage our booth? Will there be a good turnout? Will we make our booth fee back? What items should we showcase? Which things should we concentrate on making the most of? For the last month I have been anticipating everything I need to do to prepare, and not let my business partner down, and then, suddenly it was 4 days 'til the show and I had wasted a month thinking about all that I needed to do, and now only had 4 days to finish!!
So, reminiscent of my high school days, and true to form, I spent the last 4 nights CRAMMING! Yes my friends, I have pulled all-nighters most of this week, sewing, cutting, gluing, fake-swearing when the hot glue landed on the most painful of spots (the cuticle - it hurts like a ...well - you know), then real swearing when my 2 year-old tripped on the hot glue gun cord and almost pulled the smokin' hot thing down on her trouble-making self! Sometimes, when you fake-swear too much, then when something really scares the poop out of you , like picturing your beautiful 2 year old with glue-gun blisters down the side of her chubby little face, well - sometimes the real thing just slips out. I should really quit fake-swearing so much.
Anyway, when you cram - well lets just say you ignore everything else. Common phrases this week were, "I don't know what's for dinner, why don't you fix yourselves sandwiches - again." or, "I don't care what you do, just as long as you get along, and keep your little sister away so she doesn't get hurt", and my favorite, and most shameful, "what? You don't have any clean uniforms for school? (kiddos go to a charter school), well do you have one that looks clean and doesn't smell?"
So here I sit, surveying what used to be my home. The only word that comes to mind is - "tornado". Yes, couch pillows strewn about, toys scattered everywhere, ribbon scraps littering the floor, all my boxes of supplies and tools stacked carelessly everywhere since I had to hurry and clear them off the work table which had to become my booth table, and my favorite...there's chips on my treadmill.
Yes, chips. Not a bag of chips sitting on the treadmill, but chips, crumbled and broken, scattered across, and I'm sure stuck under the belt. Don't ask me how - I don't remember anyone eating chips in the front room (aka, my workstation during boutique weeks - so I can watch TV).
Do you think chips in the belt will void my warranty?