Jamie was off nursery last week for the Easter holiday. I thought he went back today, and I'd get a chance to do work in the daylight hours again. All dressed, fed and watered, down we trundled to the nursery. It's closed. Bugger. Texted the childminder: 'Could this be so? Is it closed all week?!' Her response: 'Yes, and I am on holiday too.' Double bugger. A whole other week, without a minute away from the kids. Six patterns to send out today, just to catch up with the weekend orders.
But the biggest source of my angst? It's twenty three days until my first big summer fair. By the time the kids are back in childcare, it'll be sixteen days. It's a three day fair called 'Parents Like Us', and they're expecting 30,000 people over the three days. I did a similar sized fair last summer and sold more than three hundred items, and that was just a normal fair, not one specifically for people with young children. And how much inventory have I managed to prepare so far? About 150 things. Rubbish. I don't know what I'm going to do.
Added angst? I need to buy things for the fair. I need to buy lots of things, I need to buy things from the States. It's not just the money required that's giving me palpatations, it's the fact that our new postman is stealing everything that's coming to the house. Five DVDs, two magazines, and my special paper from the printer. Two weeks ago I arranged for the printing company to send me the special paper to trace my patterns on so I could get them printed and not have to hand trace anymore. It takes up so much of my time. The paper never arrived; I'm still hand tracing. And I can't order anything I need for the fair, lest it goes missing. I have phoned Royal Mail repeatedly, but can't speak to anyone. I press hundreds of buttons to navigate the automated system, and then it disconnects. They haven't yet responded to my email. I'm buggered.