it's been a great week and a not so great week. Had the busiest week I've had at work in months as we took on a new task which needed to be completed by 11 oclock this morning. That's fine except that I arranged my first ever party plan at my house for Wednesday evening. I sorted it out back in September when this new bit of my day job was never ever a consideration. Anyway the great week part was down to the fact that the evening was a great success. My friend makes beautiful jewellery and another friend makes gorgous knitted scarves and I had a collection of Christmas cards and sock monkeys (I like to be diverse). After an evening of wine (far too much wine) and food (greatfully provided by my husband - yes he can cook and yes I do realise how lucky I am cos he's fab) all three of us sold and took orders for loads - far more than I ever imagined I was amazed. Problem is now I have orders for nearly 100 cards to make before December - that's my spare time sorted for the next few weeks.
Not so great week started when I went into work on Thursday morning to find my initial deadline at work had been brought forward by 6 hours!!! Unfortunately I hadn't gone to bed until past 4am that morning and had been drinking wine since at least 6pm - Can i say at this point that I very rarely drink these days but somehow the adrenlin rush from having a party held at my house somehow meant that I stayed up at least 6 hours longer than usual and seemed at the time fine. Reality set in around 9am the next morning when I was sat at my desk back in the real world struggling to concentrate and wondering how on earth I ever managed to cope with so little sleep back when I was dating Neil and didn't have a care in the world.
We've been together 10 years, we have a seven year old son and I celebrated my 40th birthday in Seville last February. I've always felt quite young etc etc but I have never felt as old or as shattered as I did yesterday in my life. I struggled through the day - even escaped to the ladies loos for a frustrated tears break when I deleted the file I had been working on all morning from the computer - talk about feeling sorry for myself but hey ho got home at five and was in bed asleep by 8pm after deciding that going to bed at the same time as my son seemed like the best idea I've had in ages. Anyway thank goodness woke up this morning feeling much much more human and ready to face the world - and the bonus of a weekend (and more) of card making without feeling guilty for having to take over the dining room table awaits. Maybe these card orders will convince Neil that we really do need that trip to IKEA to sort out the furniture for the stury he promised I could convert to a 'studio' as my 40th birthday present. Watch this space.......