Sunday, January 16, 2011

You can't make days like this up...

The Crazy Day....

My crazy day actually started the day before.  The day before, I woke up and thought to myself for no apparent reason, “Self, today would be the perfect day to officially start up my Etsy store."  I mean, I’d been working, creating items to sell for weeks, and I had to jump in at some point, so I just decided that it was the day.  I settled my lap top across my knees, logged into my photo editing site, and called up Becky, my cyber BFF, of Farmgirl Paints. After some regular hooting and hollering on both our parts, she got me logged into my brand-spankin’ new Etsy account, and coached me gently as I uploaded all of my handmade items.  Then she celebrated with me hours later, once they were complete.  I now had an online store.  I put a post up on my blog, letting friends know about the items I was hoping to sell, and by the time I went to bed that night, I’d already sold a few.  It was all kinds of crazy fun. 

For years, people had been telling me, that I should make this or that and sell it, but I’d never really listened, because I had two children in diapers.  Or I was room mom of kindergarten. Or I'd just started homeschooling. Or it was Summer and I was going camping. Or I needed to wash my hair.  I found every excuse in the book.  I’d finally just plunged in with both feet and was actually selling things in the course of a day!  I couldn’t sleep a wink that first night, because all I wanted to do was stay awake, watching orders pile into my inbox, and wrap them up in brown paper for shipping the next day.  Consequently, I didn’t get myself into bed until well after midnight, and once there, my mind didn’t shut down for hours. 

Needless to say, it wasn’t a big shocker when I awoke around 9:00 am the next morning.  Most of you already know that I’m not much of a morning person, but please know that even 9:00 am is a stretch.  I’m normally up and at ‘em by about 7:30. ( I do try and have a half hour or so with my Savior, because if I don’t the day goes awry by about 8:00am.  But that particular morning, it wasn’t to be.)  Even my children overslept!  It was a Friday morning, and normally oversleeping in a home schooling family doesn’t really mean the end of the world, but on Fridays we have to scurry to wrap up our week studies and scram off to PE, which actually happens to be in a nearby town, a distant 30 minutes away. 

As my kids hurriedly poured bowls of cereal and cold milk, I flipped my computer on, expecting to see the random daily emails.  I was blown away when I realized that the hours I’d been catching z’s, my faithful readers had been ordering my Etsy items with abandon.  In fact, I’d sold over 2/3 of my stock.  Being the non-procrastinator that I was, I immediately began filling orders, munching a cereal bar, and hand writing thank you’s.  As the pile on my kitchen counter increased, I cast a glance toward the clock.  I was running low on time, but decided that amidst the growing chaos in my home, this was the only available morning to smear some grocery store hair dye on my roots, as we had a bunch of birthday celebrations for family, over the coming weekend, and I wanted to look my best.  (I wish I was making this up.  I seem to be one bad decision after another on certain days, don’t I?)  I had to wait 25 minutes for the dye to process, and during that time, I decided to strip the sheets off my bed, because I’d just purchased a new kind of dryer sheet that smelled like geraniums, and I found myself imagining crawling back into bed later that evening, exhausted, but gratified by all my hard work, only to breathe deeply and sigh contentedly in the freshly scented sheets.

Only, as I opened the washing machine, I was greeted by the sopping wet load of clothing that I’d placed into the machine the previous night, because my son’s taekwondo uniform had Chinese food stains on them, (from the icky buffet I previously posted on) and apparently, something had gone wrong with the spin cycle.  I sighed, and opted for denial, deciding that if ran the entire load once more, it might spin out, and I could then wash my freshly stripped bed sheets.  I dumped the sheets onto the floor of my laundry room, and walked back into the kitchen where I briefly surveyed the scene. 

I vaguely thought about making lunches for the kids, but figured that with all the craziness of the morning, I might as well skip that little chore, and make a very uncustomary change, and grab something for them both at McDonalds after PE.  I knew they would be thrilled and it lifted one task from my plate, thus allowing me to turn my attention back to my hair.  It was time to hop into the shower, as the processing time had elapsed.  As I rinsed the dye from my hair, one of my children came running into the bathroom frantically, with my cell phone.  And it was ringing. 

Side note.  Why do children bring ringing phones into the bathroom when you are in mid hair-rinse?  Do they think you are going to pop your suds covered head out of the shower, and answer the phone?  (They must!)  I directed my child to set the phone onto the counter and patiently said that I’d get to it in a minute, when I got out of the shower!  As I flipped the shower curtain back to close it, I asked who was calling, but apparently it wasn’t someone with a caller ID, so I finished my shower, dried off, and got out to see for myself.  

I reached for my phone in order to listen to my voice mail, all the while dripping water all over my floor, attempting to pat my arms dry with a slipping towel. In the distance, I could just make out that my husband had arrived home during his work day, in order to use the computer, as he often did.  My children were squealing and hugging him, and the dog was running circles in the kitchen.  All the normal happy sounds of daily chaos.  (Adrain is based from home, and frequently breezes in and out at random hours of the day.  I still have never actually gotten used to that.  When the man is home I struggle with thinking that he's home just for me.  Which of course, he isn’t, and he's constantly smiling down at me, and saying quietly in his gentle voice, “Sweetie… I’m working…”  Oh yeah, I think.  Of course you are.  And then I close the bedroom door behind me, and tell the kids to keep it down.) 

This particular morning, as we rushed and hurried because we were already running late, the message on my voice mail was from a local realtor.  He informed me that he was going to be coming by to see the house in a couple of hours with a client.  We have specifically (and adamantly) requested 24 hours notice from anyone showing our home because when you’re in the middle of the morning, and you’ve got a science experiment involving battery operated car parts all across your kitchen counters, the last thing you’re prepared to do, is pack up at a moments notice, gather children and dogs, and make yourself scarce for the next hour while strangers tramp throughout your house, snoop in your cupboards and then decide that the yard is too small. 

So, when the message said that the realtor was going to show our home in a couple of hours, I panicked.  In all truth, we should have already left the house for PE, and my kitchen counter was piled high with postal packages ready for mailing.  The kids have long since given up making their beds each day, as it has been nearly three whole months since anyone has requested a house showing.  I hadn’t had time to clean bathrooms in nearly two weeks, due to my Etsy frenzy, so the house was somewhat of a wreck-even for me.  Not to mention that my bed linens were now thrown haphazardly all over my bedroom floor.  The entire house was certainly not in “show condition.” 

If I was a crying woman, I’d probably have cried.  Wait. I am a crying woman.  The only thing that kept me from crying at this point, was my man.  His strong arms and his brown eyes.  Oh, and his willingness to vacuum the entire house. 

Somehow, we escaped by pretending to make the bed, smoothing blankets over the mattress, while sheets were stuffed into the dryer, and the dog and children were piled into my car.  I kept thinking, “Of all days, today had to be the day someone would come to view the house.” 

And then I got into my car and drove away laughing, over a half hour late, because life is just like that sometimes.  It was the perfect, gloriously messy, imperfect, crazy day.  

And I wouldn't have had it any other way.... 

29 comments:

  1. Such a refreshing post! I loved it. Life is messy and crazy and I love your spirit! P.S. I'm a crying woman too. lol

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  2. Haha! I love it! Those crazy days are the best, and certainly memorable, when you can keep your head about you in the thick of it! You go girl! :)

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  3. You poor thing!!! Sounds like a perfectly crazy morning! Congrats on the Etsy store and early success!!! I've been out of the loop for a while and didn't even know you opened one!! I'll have to check it out. ;)

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  4. LOVE crazy paced days...with 1/2 my children flown the nest and the other 2 nearly there, we hardly ever have these kinds of days anymore. Enjoy them while you can :)

    Blessings!
    Gail

    P.S. I am totally a crying woman -- continued blessings on your etsy shop :)

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  5. Wow- Congrats on your Etsy store and keeping it all together :)

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  6. Oh my goodness! Glad you made it out the other end :-). How did the house showing go?

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  7. I love your honesty! Sounds like most of my days. That was fabulous~ I am smiling and laughing : )

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  8. What a morning! Glad you got a showing. and that your Esty store opened with such a bang! So happy for you.

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  9. "Mama said there'd be days like this...there'd be days like this. My Mama said. Mama said." And they learn from you--laughter is always the best medicine. Of course, tears do have their place too: ) Glad you could embrace the craziness!!

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  10. It's all positive stuff though. That's what kept you from cryin'. So glad it was GOOD for a change;) It's the new year girl...good things are coming your way!

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  11. cute story! I completely related to the whole geranium scent sheet emergency and picking the wrong moment to do something extra like dye your hair. Hope the showing went well. keep me posted. So happy for you and your etsy adventure!

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  12. Sounds like you handled it like a pro!

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  13. it always has to pour when it rains! when chaos breaks out in my house that's when i always expect the worst. good thing you weren't pregnant and due any day! i bet you a million bucks that would have been the day! hahaha

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  14. I am so excited for you Sasha... What a great adventure! Your adventure encourages me!! =) I have talked about selling stuff on ebay for a long time... with a few in real life friends trying to get me to do so... last year I even started sewing again and bought supplies to do so... and then I started bloggin... he he... anyway... I love seeing all you amazing talented women sellin your stuff... and I think... if I could stay focused on ONE thing... I really could do that too... I might have to pull out my little sewing book I bought last Jan... and take it serious this year!! Surely if you can do it Sasha... so can I... b/c girl... I roll like you do... only with a messier house!! LOL! Dog, kids, home schoolin, bakin, craftin mama... only I think you are a little craftier than I!! Blessings! =)

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  15. I love you blog, congrats on youe online store. I just wanted to know how do you put the strap on the camera? Thanks.

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  16. L.O.V.E. this post. I am a homeschooling mom and have sold at least two houses while homeschooling. This is great!!! Keep writing and thanks for sharing!!!

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  17. I love days like that when they're productive. It's the days where I run myself ragged and DON'T seem to get anything done, that make me crazy!
    Congrats on your shop's success!

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  18. I had to take a deep breathe after that one!

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  19. Love you and wish you good luck in all your endeavors! Such a crazy and alive family! Congratulations for the etsy.com shop!

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  20. Oh my! Sounds like your husband was sent home by a higher power to me. Continued blessings, Sasha!

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  21. I came to your blog looking for a way to display Christmas cards and have found much more - thank you for sharing. From trying to sell our house (we are giving up after ten months) to allowing myself to be led. So happy for your success on Etsy - I had my eye on the napkins, but I am trying to make LESS one of my mantras this year, so I need something to let go first. Just want to let you know how much I am enjoying you blog - thanks.

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  22. That is more than hilarious and crazy at the same time. I love it and am so glad it was you and not me. NOW you must update us to what happened. Did they even show or did they bite???? as in a coming back??? I am so very happy for your etsy store and all the products you sold. That is way cool!!

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  23. Wow. You're right - can't make that up.

    But this is where we differ: I would have lost my MIND once the voicemail from the realtor came into the picture. Seriously. I'm a spaz like that. I'm glad you could take it the way you did!

    And I'm so glad your Etsy store is taking off the way it is!

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  24. Great post!!! Life is definitely messy :)

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  25. I am so excited for you about your Etsy shop. I knew it would be a hit. Everyone loves your talent.

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  26. Holy Cow, I feel wow overwhelmed just reading that! Congrats on your etsy store! That is awesome!

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  27. I always come here when I want to smile! Love those crazy days that lead to a blissful nights sleep! :)

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  28. I am literally sitting here giggeling out loud while my son is napping. I promise I am not laughing at you but only at your candor and the fact that I have had many similar days and that thought just made me wonder what God thinks when he see's us like this! Extra Hugs to you!!

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