I made it 18 days of sugar free living, lost some weight, felt great, it was awesome!
Then, via MSN today, the husband tells me that he had to travel into Kandahar, Afghanistan to do some military stuff over the span of a few days. He neglected to tell me this, because he didn’t want me to worry. I called bullshit, that he is my husband and I’ll fucking well worry about him if I want to, I do anyway, even where he is because he isn’t 100% safe.
So, all of a sudden the urge to eat crap was overwhelming. I wanted nachos. Nachos with 7 layer dip (this must have cheese, guacomole, tomatoes, onions, salsa and sour cream). The store didn’t have any, so I settled with salad. Yeah, I don’t know how my brain works either.I will be exceeding my standard carb count today, and I can say honestly I don’t give a shit.
Don’t need any more proof that I’m an emotional eater. That pretty much sealed it.
I am also planning on dipping into the booze heavily. The children aren’t even in bed yet and I’m on my second shot of baileys. Will be drinking some harder stuff later. Yes, I am horribly irresponsible.
I’m also preparing for a damn snow day tomorrow, there is more than 2cms in the forecast, which means that the entire province shuts down. Meh. Wimps.
I just hope I have enough wood for a few days.
I got the last of my labels formatted and printed by the printers, they look really good. Glen is working on my order forms cause he’s good with stuff like that. I need to make some massage bars and lip balm. Then after they get labeled and packaged, I’ll package some soap and bring in my soap stand to start my pre-display set ups. This is where I set up my tables like I will at the show, take pictures on my phone and figure out if there is anything missing. Likely, I’ll be missing signage. I hate signage. I really really hate signage. Can’t you people tell what things are by reading labels? Or just reading my fucking mind?
I mean seriously, did I mention how much I dislike signage?All the little finicky signs that try and convince people to buy my stuff and hawk it in their stores!
About the only other thing I need to do is perfect the order forms, get large pictures printed, buy some fishing line to hang my big pictures around my booth and then have a gigantic freakout on the scale of a supernova.
Freakout is obligatory.
In the middle of all that, the MIL and SIL are kindly coming down to take care of the boogers while I promote my business in Halifax. The buyers that will be there are from all over Canada and the Eastern US seaboard, so, again with the freakout. I’m so lucky to have family willing to bend over backwards for me. I felt bad for asking, they even told me to keep the airfare money and spend it in France with Glen. I was totally going to pay for their ticket (well, my SIls ticket – I figured I’d spend the same amount on childcare anyway, so I may as well ask the SIL to come hang out with her favorite nieces!)
I’ve spent 800 bucks on this table, with the expectation that I get some wholesale accounts out of it. Talk about pressure.
Thats my next hurdle. Then, its work on the orders that come out of it, and from there, go to France and make like bunnies for two weeks.
Five weeks from today, I’ll be on the ground in the UK, likely in a coma due to jetlag. But I’ll be with Glen.
Twenty weeks from today, he should be coming home. If of course the horribly cruel rumor going around is incorrect which states that they wont be home till Mid-July.
You’ll be able to hear my temper tantrum from where you are if that little gem is true.
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