So, I was all excited about writing this great blog that would entertain and now a few weeks have passed since my last entry! Â It isn’t that I haven’t written. Â I just haven’t finished anything I’ve started. Â I’m flattered by all of the emails (taunting threats) my faithful followers have sent me asking why I haven’t been delivering. Â The truth is that I picked up a new project that sucked the life out of me! Â Â That work brought me another client almost right away. Â I love starting something new, especially when the client has virtually NO marketing in place. Â A blank canvas with so many opportunities! Â I become consumed and can’t stop thinking about all the exciting things I can do to help them grow. Â Suddenly, I’m learning all kinds of things. Â See the product, feel the product (or in this case eat it…. yummy!), be the product. Â See the customer, think like the customer, be the customer. Â Learning someone else’s business inside out is exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. Â Getting the client excited about their own company is awesome. Â The energy and excitement is contagious…. and then they want the goods. Â They LOVE the goods immediately. Â I am brilliant stay-at-home-mom copywriting genius. Â My layout is perfect, the pictures are fantastic, the content couldn’t be better. Â This lasts for all of one day. Â Suddenly I am genius making one tiny little change. Â It’s so good but…..Â Â Five times a day for at least a week. Â I am genius at beck and call and happy to do it! Â Kind of like a puppy. Â I’m a puppy fetching and sitting, rolling over. Â Wagging my tail the whole time. Â Somebody loves me and not because I am changing their diaper or singing Twinkle fifty times in a row. Â Have dusted off brain and have phone calls that don’t involve talking about child barfing on the gym teacher. Â This is pretty cool….. Â And then they decide they like the first set better. Â I love this client, I love their business, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Â They are new, they have a really great concept. Â They have so many ideas, so many great ideas. Â Every time I produce something for them they get more ideas. Â I could spend all of my time creating for them and only them. Â Did I mention they are new? Â That means they aren’t rolling in cash. Â Which means that my role as a freelance marketing consultant brings new meaning to the term FREElance. Â I’m cheap and easy. Â I’m eager and excited. Â I’m building my portfolio and this client is going to be a good one to show off. Â I have spent the last 9 years taking care of my family. Â I haven’t worked outside the home other than picking up the mail or yard waste, and a LOT of dog poop. Â Oh, outside the home means so many things…. I did do a small amount of marketing and sales for our own company that sold 3 years ago, and have headed up many many many (did I say many) committees and fundraisers for the schools.Â Â My youngest child will start full time Kindergarten in two years and I still want to be there when my kids get home after school. Â This type of work is perfect for me and I really enjoy it. Â I do need to figure out how to not let it consume every brain cell that I have. Â I’m going to have to learn to be better with my time! Â MELLIE, my mentor and idol, please call me dear friend!Â
So, today is Friday. Â I’m really tired and this has been a very long short week. Â After a very enjoyable and lazy winter break, the boys started school on Tuesday and Katherine started preschool on Wednesday. Â I can’t seem to get through to my body that it actually has to get out of bed now that the kids are back in school. Â My husband is a saint and has been getting Will and Henry up, fed and walked to school on his way to work. Â Can you believe how big I scored with this man that asked me to marry him? Â Not to mention that we have been married for almost 12 years and he is still absolutely, without a doubt, madly in love with me? Â So much so that he is leaving me blissfully asleep in bed, making sure that the boys get to school on time??? Â PINCH ME PLEASE!! Â Seriously, by the time he was stepping onto the lightrail to get downtown, I may have just been hopping out of bed to wake up three year old Katherine. Â Let me just say, she doesn’t wake up well. Â After being told, “Go away Mommy, I’m sleepy”, I run out of the room and hop back into my own bed for a few more minutes until she finally comes pattering into my room ready to start the day. Â By this time it is about 8:15 and I really should leave the house at 8:40 to get her to preschool. Â (WHY a city gal drives 20 minutes across town for a preschool is a story for another blog post). Â We spend the next twenty five minutes discussing wardrobe choices, pouring a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios on the floor, spilling a glass of OJ or two, arguing over the fact that Crocs are not appropriate footwear in winter (or frankly any time of year, but this is Colorado so even the girly girls are embracing their crunchy side), comb through the mass of blonde curls (here is where I’d insert a photo if I was blog savvy enough, but alas, this is only my 3rd post and I’m definitely not blog savvy!) and finally getting strapped into our super safe Britax carseat. Â By the time I have Katherine at school it is at least 9:15. Â Can I tell you that two children ago my blood pressure could not have handled this? Â The shame in being 15 minutes late for anything would have KILLED me. Â I would have had to go to confession, and I’m not even Catholic! Â I was always the “together” person. Â For as long as I can remember I arrived to appointments 5 minutes early, together and ready for whatever the task at hand may have been. Â Even with two children I managed it. Â The third child changes things, though. Â It changes things exponentially! Â Suddenly, being 15 minutes late for preschool is OK? Â I mean seriously, these are the years we are supposed to be preparing our children for the routines and schedules of actual real school. Â She only has 2 years before Kindergarten (Aug. baby) where, by the way, being 15 minutes late doesn’t happen even with the new relaxed me. Â To be honest, I think I finally understand why I was destined to have three children. Â To spend your whole life trying to be perfect is exhausting. Â Not that my current state of discombobulation is less exhausting, but that I finally realize what is important and I’m not willing to waste energy on stressing over the extra sleep I stole this morning. Â Being perfect is totally over rated and I’m so much happier being slightly imperfect. Â My boys got to “real” school on time. Â Now, a hair out of place, a missed homework assignment (Ok, I admit this one still stressed me out), being a few minutes late somewhere, all of these things just happen and I have to let them go because they just happen. Â If I freaked over the stuff I freaked over before, I’d be institutionalized by now. Â If these types of things happened every day I would definitely get a reputation for being flaky and late, and frankly, there isn’t much to be done about flaky and consistently late people. Â Although, if ever you want an excuse you could have a third kid because it seems to have worked ok for me a few times lately. Â (PLEASE don’t email me about that comment, I’m not serious. Â I’m Bantering!) Â I think that when a kind man can give you a few minutes of extra sleep you should take it, not feel guilty, and also, you should embrace theÂ Third Child Syndrome when you need to. Â You’ll be better of for it and your kids won’t become OCD, which doesn’t sound like much fun. My husband gave me time this morning as a gift, and I graciously accepted it and now I thank him with all my heart. Â He is my partner, my lover, my soul mate, the father of my children. Â If there is any man out there reading this blog, take the hint. Â Letting your spouse sleep in for even a few minutes will bring you much appreciation. Â So, next week I shall approach Monday fresh. Â I shall get up at 6:45 when my alarm goes off, without pressing snooze 5 times. Â I shall get dressed and make my children a nutritious breakfast and send them off to school with all hairs in place. Â We’ll probably still be 15 minutes late for preschool but I’ll get to yoga class on time and once there I shall dedicate my practice to my beautiful third child who changed my life exponentially in so many wonderful ways, and to my husband who gave me an extra half hour of sleep this morning. Â I love you honey! Â As my dear friend Gita said to me this morning, Om out my friends…. Â Â
Shhhh! Â Do you hear that? Â Listen, what do you hear? Â I hear the tick, tick of my kitchen clock, the hum of my fridge, and hmmm, what else? Â NOTHING! HA, this is the glorious sound of NOTHING. Â Winter break is over. Â I’ve received several emails today saying “hope your break was great”. Â Break? Â Are you kidding me? Â My break is now. Â I actually got to go to the bathroom all by myself a minute ago. Â No banging on the door, no little 3 year old making observations about my bodily functions in the bathroom. Â When I had finished my peaceful potty break, I walked out to…. nothing. Â Everything was just as it had been when I went into the bathroom a moment earlier!
This is it! Â My very first time ever blogging. Â I’m so excited to blog. Â BLOG, I love the word. Â I’m a blogger. Â The word just sounds so sophisticated in a hip, not so sophisticated way. Â Somehow saying, “Just a minute Sweetie, Mommy is just finishing up this blog entry” sounds so much better than, “Just a minute! Â I’m busy on Facebook, Nana is beating me at Scrabble again and I just need to IM this person back….”