Guilt

So this strange Mary Kay lady gave me a catalog last week. I thanked her and told her I'd just replinished my Bobbi Brown makeup supply, but would keep the catalog handy. I did intend to put it in my makeup drawer. However, she left me a message that she was coming back to get it today. Why would you give a potential customer a catalog and then ask for it back?

When the doorbell rang, I told Jeff I didn't want to deal with the Mary Kay lady and to tell her I wasn't here... I'm sure I threw away the catalog during The Great Kitchen Cleanup of Monday Night. Why did I make Jeff lie to her (though I have to admit I didn't think he would - I figured I would be called to the door).

Do I need to call Mary Kay and order her some new catalogs?  I have plenty of things to worry about, but I'm obsessing about this lady's catalog now. Mary Kay's website doesn't let you order catalogs, they just let you look online at their ecatalog. Why do I feel guilty about this?? Ugh. I need some wine. And to clean the house because the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow. And the deconstruction on the bathroom continues as they try to resolve the leak/water/mold damage and it's really getting to me. And I am booked solid at work tomorrow from 7:30am to 5pm. And it's 45 minutes past the monster kid's bedtime and we're still playing "I want mommy no I want daddy" games.

And yet, this lady has lost what appears to be her sole means to sell Mary Kay to people in a neighborhood where she doesn't even live. And it's my fault.

My failing business

So I have this side business that I don't publicize. MACTO Sprays (http://www.mactospray.com/). Monster spray, ghost spray, and sleepy-doll spray (for when your dolls won't go to sleep but you have to... wouldn't want them having a late night party without you). Anyway, I have BOXES of spray bottles in the garage. Occassionally I sell a bottle. In fact, I just sold one on March 31st. The last 3 bottles that I have sold haven't made it to their intended owners due to me having no time to fulfill the order and get to the post office when it's open. I have had to refund all 3 orders.

How insane is that someone wants to give me $15 for a bottle of smelly water and I can't find the time to mail it to them? Something is wrong with this picture. I need a fulfillment house to send my orders so I can market the product. I can market anywhere, anytime. The post office, however, is only open from 8 to 5.

*sigh*

The overload is getting the better of me

My last few days in a nutshell:

• Master shower leaking into formal living room below – currently plastic-wrapped off like in E.T. so that we don’t breathe in mold. Plumbers got here this morning to begin deconstructing the master shower to determine the problem. Unknown timeframe for complete repair. Sounding like next Tuesday is the target completion date.

• Dogs had teeth cleaning and mole-removal surgery on Friday, so they are Frankenstein-looking creatures with splotches of fur-lessness and stiches.

• House is A DISASTER. Seriously – you would think we were robbed if you came in here right now.

• Beautiful kitchen with amazing counterspace currently has no counterspace because of said DISASTER.

• SOOOO excited for a Saturday night out – babysitter lined up, tickets bought (twice, oops!)

• 5pm Saturday, Jeff tells me that he doesn’t think he can make it through a 2 hour movie due to the stomach bug. Cancel babysitter. Make mad calls to get rid of tickets, but too late notice for everyone. Eat $18.

• Monday: Slow-moving toddler makes getting out of the house at a reasonable time impossible, and then when it is possible and you put on underwear instead of a diaper, he has an accident. Jeff already  downtown to industry conference, so no help.

• Garbage day, but did I take out the garbage last night? Nope. So I did it this morning while running around and nicked a bag getting it out of the garbage can and some unknown liquid (please god, let it not be chicken fat) leaked out all over the place. Dogs licking it up, Reilly going “Mommy made a mess! Mommy made a mess!”. Yes, thanks so much kid.

• 3 minutes late to global best practices call, 3 more minutes late due to ancient computer system that won’t unfreeze.

• Ready to do big training session but the Software as a Service site doesn’t work. Really? The system we use doesn’t even let me log in. Nice. On to Plan B – complete a nice 45 minute training by describing and showing previously-captured and out of date screen shots. Ha!

• Oh – should I throw in the real work stuff? Nah, enough stress at home to not even think about work stress. ;-)

I think I need a hug. And a massage. Maybe a hug from a massuese.

Accumulation of crap

So we moved from 1800 square feet over to 3300 square feet back in November. Other than the guest bedroom and bath, which gets used like twice a year, we actually use MOST of the rooms in the house. The "formal living room" is the only really unused room, but I plan to make that into a nice reading area eventually. Reilly's playroom gets minimal use simply because I prefer him playing in the family room so I can see him while making dinner or whatever.

Anyway, the point is that we almost doubled our house size after purchasing a dining room set and a family room set, we actually filled up all of our rooms with stuff from the other house. AND we consigned some furniture and donated like a billion dollars worth of stuff to Goodwill. Over the last week, I've started paying attention to the things that sit around unused. Three wicker boxes of toys under the coffee table that haven't been touched in about 3 weeks. At least 6 kitchen cabinets that haven't been opened in months. The stuff in the guest closet hasn't been used at all. Boxes in my closet not opened since we moved in. Why do we have this stuff? I don't get it. Neighborhood garage sale coming up May 1st - I might actually participate in that this time!

Also love this post by Dad Labs on the topic.

A full 72 hours of motherhood

So on Easter weekend, I had the amazing opportunity to spend 72 straight hours with the kiddopotomus! Daycare was closed on Good Friday, and Gangee and Poppo (my parents) flew in from Atlanta. We did the egg hunt at the Austin Farmer's Market, lunched at NoRth at the Domain, and generally played around all day. Dyed eggs on Sunday and had a lovely roasted leg of lamb. An amazing 3 day weekend!

Unfortunately, my exhaustion got the better of me and when I had a headache Saturday night, I layed down at fell asleep at 9:30... only an issue because the EASTER BUNNY was supposed to show up that night. Luckily my dad stuffed some eggs and took care of it for me so Sunday morning was a blast. It was nice to take a little vacation from 2 hour momming it. I think my favorite part about all that is that it is now 2 weeks later and I'm just now getting a chance to write about it. :-)

One of my colleagues just told me that her 2 Hour Momness got out of control last night when the TOOTH FAIRY forgot to show up at her house. Oh my. Can we start a service of "Special Occasion Filler-inners" where we can order these things to happen?