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Long, long day yesterday. Actually (as usual) it's been a long few days.
Work on Wednesday was good and pretty busy. Actually, this has been a busy time in general as Christmas as coming up and people are spending more on food. Also, we've learned to expect to bring in more money the last week of the month (payday). Raced home, collected kids, organized snacks, etc. All the usual stuff. D arrived home around 4:30, the babysitter arrived shortly after and we drove to Nottingham to see Keane. I confess that I was disappointed when we sat down and I realized we were in an ice rink. But when the lights went out and the concert began...wow. Just wow.
Thursday was my long day at work. It's all a blur now, but I did get the ordering done on time and the orders were large as we've been busy. Hard, though, because money is tight and JC is trying to keep costs down so he can start saving towards replacing the fridges and freezers (upstairs and in the shop). Thursday was also D's birthday and I felt bad about the usual Thursday morning scramble to get out on time, and not being able to cook him dinner (it's the only night he cooks, usually) or do anything fun. He was ok with it, though, and we ended up getting Chinese for dinner and having wine and it was pretty fun ;-) I'd spent most of the day stressing about everything I had to do for the weekend (usual order for the cafe in town, an order for cupcakes, birthday cake for D plus everything for the street fair) and decided to send J to the childminder on Friday.
Didn't feel so great Friday, though. Met L for a fair planning coffee first thing after leaving J with the childminder. Then off to pick up some more flour and sugar (I really wasn't that organized this time around). Managed the cafe order, but felt sluggish. Ate the leftovers from the night before (big mistake) and started feeling really unwell. Picked up kids, baked the cake but didn't manage the cupcakes. D arrived home around 5 and I practically crawled up to bed where I spent the next few hours. Crawled down around nine, because I really had to get those cupcakes baked for the next day (couldn't remember what time the woman was coming to pick them up). Had them cooled and boxed up by ten and back to bed. Nothing too horrible, so I knew it wasn't a stomach bug. Just an icky feeling in my stomach coupled with nausea and heartburn.
Woke up Saturday feeling better, but not perfect. Didn't really eat much during the day either. And the central heating decided to die on us on the coldest day so far. I was slow to start baking for the fair - and the first thing I really had to do was get those cupcakes iced! - but I got there in the end. The boiler was fixed around 3, J had the longest nap ever (and his first fever ever - he has a cold). I plodded along all day and finished around 10 pm with about 400 pieces. M had spent much of the at a friend's house and B was content to either hang out with me or read. At one point I parked him in front of a dvd because he was commenting on every. Single. Thing. I. Did. And I just couldn't respond because a) I didn't want to get too distracted and b) because I was still not feeling too great even though the nausea and everything else had passed. I managed in the end, though, with D working at the table and keeping me company.
Woke at a reasonable time yesterday (Sunday), had coffee and layered up. The high was three, the low was zero and I was going to be outside for many, many hours. Luckily I have new fingerless gloves from the market which made it easier to serve cake, give change and keep warm. Got kids up, found all the little bits I needed (change box, plates, cutting board for chocolate cakes) loaded up the car and drove to the street fair. D put J in the car and was going from there to move the cats from the friends who were watching them to the friend who will have them till we return from study leave in June. After the nightmare of getting the car in (and I still have no idea how he got the car out - nor do I want to know!) I set up. Newly washed table cover, plates, sign, cakes, prices. I was barely ready by the time they started letting people through. Most of my stuff was sold by 2 pm, and the last couple of hours just dragged by. At four we all decided to pack up and leave and I went with L and another friend down to the local bar for a drink.
The walk home was difficult to start (I was using that old red trolley and getting containers of various dimensions on to it without toppling over was challenging) but I left a few recyclable boxes on the stall and only kept my own reusable stuff plus my cupcake boxes. Really started lamenting the move as the walk home is usually quicker and downhill. Got there in the end, though, and found the house quiet - J was having another really long nap - and D is pretty good spirits considering the whole business with the car.
Still, despite having sold out of everything and the huge wad of cash and the people and the hot mulled wine - volunteers were bringing drinks to stallholders to keep warm! - I couldn't help but feel down. Lost, really.
I had a long hot shower and started washing all of my plates and containers and the dishes from dinner. D came up to bed and the sex was mind-blowing. And then sleep.
I can't help this feeling, though. I usually come back from these things feeling so amazing inside.
Work on Wednesday was good and pretty busy. Actually, this has been a busy time in general as Christmas as coming up and people are spending more on food. Also, we've learned to expect to bring in more money the last week of the month (payday). Raced home, collected kids, organized snacks, etc. All the usual stuff. D arrived home around 4:30, the babysitter arrived shortly after and we drove to Nottingham to see Keane. I confess that I was disappointed when we sat down and I realized we were in an ice rink. But when the lights went out and the concert began...wow. Just wow.
Thursday was my long day at work. It's all a blur now, but I did get the ordering done on time and the orders were large as we've been busy. Hard, though, because money is tight and JC is trying to keep costs down so he can start saving towards replacing the fridges and freezers (upstairs and in the shop). Thursday was also D's birthday and I felt bad about the usual Thursday morning scramble to get out on time, and not being able to cook him dinner (it's the only night he cooks, usually) or do anything fun. He was ok with it, though, and we ended up getting Chinese for dinner and having wine and it was pretty fun ;-) I'd spent most of the day stressing about everything I had to do for the weekend (usual order for the cafe in town, an order for cupcakes, birthday cake for D plus everything for the street fair) and decided to send J to the childminder on Friday.
Didn't feel so great Friday, though. Met L for a fair planning coffee first thing after leaving J with the childminder. Then off to pick up some more flour and sugar (I really wasn't that organized this time around). Managed the cafe order, but felt sluggish. Ate the leftovers from the night before (big mistake) and started feeling really unwell. Picked up kids, baked the cake but didn't manage the cupcakes. D arrived home around 5 and I practically crawled up to bed where I spent the next few hours. Crawled down around nine, because I really had to get those cupcakes baked for the next day (couldn't remember what time the woman was coming to pick them up). Had them cooled and boxed up by ten and back to bed. Nothing too horrible, so I knew it wasn't a stomach bug. Just an icky feeling in my stomach coupled with nausea and heartburn.
Woke up Saturday feeling better, but not perfect. Didn't really eat much during the day either. And the central heating decided to die on us on the coldest day so far. I was slow to start baking for the fair - and the first thing I really had to do was get those cupcakes iced! - but I got there in the end. The boiler was fixed around 3, J had the longest nap ever (and his first fever ever - he has a cold). I plodded along all day and finished around 10 pm with about 400 pieces. M had spent much of the at a friend's house and B was content to either hang out with me or read. At one point I parked him in front of a dvd because he was commenting on every. Single. Thing. I. Did. And I just couldn't respond because a) I didn't want to get too distracted and b) because I was still not feeling too great even though the nausea and everything else had passed. I managed in the end, though, with D working at the table and keeping me company.
Woke at a reasonable time yesterday (Sunday), had coffee and layered up. The high was three, the low was zero and I was going to be outside for many, many hours. Luckily I have new fingerless gloves from the market which made it easier to serve cake, give change and keep warm. Got kids up, found all the little bits I needed (change box, plates, cutting board for chocolate cakes) loaded up the car and drove to the street fair. D put J in the car and was going from there to move the cats from the friends who were watching them to the friend who will have them till we return from study leave in June. After the nightmare of getting the car in (and I still have no idea how he got the car out - nor do I want to know!) I set up. Newly washed table cover, plates, sign, cakes, prices. I was barely ready by the time they started letting people through. Most of my stuff was sold by 2 pm, and the last couple of hours just dragged by. At four we all decided to pack up and leave and I went with L and another friend down to the local bar for a drink.
The walk home was difficult to start (I was using that old red trolley and getting containers of various dimensions on to it without toppling over was challenging) but I left a few recyclable boxes on the stall and only kept my own reusable stuff plus my cupcake boxes. Really started lamenting the move as the walk home is usually quicker and downhill. Got there in the end, though, and found the house quiet - J was having another really long nap - and D is pretty good spirits considering the whole business with the car.
Still, despite having sold out of everything and the huge wad of cash and the people and the hot mulled wine - volunteers were bringing drinks to stallholders to keep warm! - I couldn't help but feel down. Lost, really.
I had a long hot shower and started washing all of my plates and containers and the dishes from dinner. D came up to bed and the sex was mind-blowing. And then sleep.
I can't help this feeling, though. I usually come back from these things feeling so amazing inside.