My plate is full. The cup hath runnith over and is forming a very large pool on the table and cascading on the floor. I am, in a nutshell - stressed. I'm almost out of my mind. To be honest I am not sure what exactly is keeping me together, other than two very common sense things. Baby Steps and crawl if you must. I'm serious. We all learned how to walk that way. We crawled, then took baby steps and if our walking was not fast enough to get that cookie, we crawled like Dale Earnhardt in record time. The results were the same - we got there and we got that cookie.

I am not exactly sure if it is season or that we have found a marketing plan that actually works. But me and my little company are very busy. So busy in fact that I am backlogged and behind on orders. The orders have not stopped coming in. We have also been recognized and are nominated for an award (I am very proud of this, by the way). I have hired an assistant to help out in the shop with sanding. I had to rent another space to use as a staining/painting and assembly room. So giving all this added expense, I did not get paid one penny for my 340+ hours worked in the month of March. But hey, it's a little dip in the road to success. This I know.
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My gorgeous teeny girls are apparently lined up with the insanity planets or something, because the teenage angst of your typical girl, has gone from normal level to well, insane! I can't even look at them without them giving me attitude or seeing tears. Wow - was I ever that bad? I am trying my best to tell them, rub dirt in it, chin up, boobs out, walk on and get on with it. They aren't listening. I have been told I don't understand, will never understand and just don't get it. That's the same thing as not understanding, by the way. If looks could kill, I'd be dead at least a 1000 times by now. So I put them to work during spring break to keep their minds off of whatever insanity was lurking there - um, the sacrifices us parents have to make to our own mental health to make sure our kids are alright can be very painful. But hey, at least they got paid. Maybe I can talk them into taking me out for a dinner.

On top of all of this and the deepening tax bill that is ahead, we started having Earthquakes. Not really big ones and no I am not scared, but it's turning into an Earthquake Swarm. As of today, 233 since Friday evening when we had the big one. A whopping 5.1. Please, I am more shocked at my neighbors response than I am about anything else. We live about 2 miles from the epicenters. He is a native Californian. I'm just along for the ride. But again, it's a little worry behind everything else. What if all my wood falls over?
I had one customer ask me "When was your last day off?" I actually had to think about that. I think it was the day after New Years. A full day that is. I take a morning or an afternoon when I can. I went out to lunch with a friend on Saturday before going into the shop and then took off early on Sunday (I left at 6pm) and enjoyed watching a few episodes of the Killing Season 3 on Netflix. So a full day off, no can't recall what that feels like. Little chunks of time to myself, I don't have those. 2 hour naps, I really miss those, ALOT. So when i am reading about other Mom the Builders and Mom-prenuers - and they talk about down time. I really want to call them and ask them, what down time are we talking about here? Your brain never ever switches off. If you are not physically building something, you are on the computer researching something else, making to do lists, on a delivery, networking, on the phone, researching, pricing out options, writing blogs, you get the gist. Working for yourself is not 9 to 5 it is 24/7. It is who you are. Stress is just one part of it.