Busy season

I wrapped up my last event on Saturday afternoon. I had four in three weeks, plus I helped someone on my team with her very first event. I might have bit off a bit more than I could chew. I did it all. All of them, on my own. It’s a lot of work, load in, set up, load out, unpack, inventory, order.

I am by no means complaining. I love it.  I’m getting to the point where I’m ready for a break. My holiday cut off was Monday. Orders can be placed through my site through next Monday for guaranteed holiday arrival. Obviously, some things are out of the control of Scentsy / UPS!

It’s 11 at night. I don’t think I’ve been in bed before midnight for a few weeks, except maybe one night somewhere in the mix where I was tapped out.

I had intended on taking a bath tonight; just because. Well here it is 11 PM; I’m exhausted and instead of taking a bath or crawling in bed, I’m writing. I miss writing, I enjoy it, even when my thoughts are all over the place.

I have had to prepare and take something to work everyday this week. Treats for leadership, treats for some others who have helped us, my dish to share for a holiday potluck.  Tomorrow is the only day I don’t have to take anything. Probably part of why I’m going to actually be in bed before midnight.

I am ready for the weekend, I have to meet up with a teammate to get some supplies and items to her Friday after work for her event. I have to make one delivery probably on Saturday, and a family Christmas on Sunday.  I see some relaxing in the future. My condo is kind of a disaster.

I really need to solidify some plans / goals / budgeting for early 2018, but I think tomorrow after work I’m going to zone out in front of the TV, catch up on some shows I have DVR’d and take a damn bath.    For now, I’m going to go to bed. I don’t even think I’m going to read … that’s how tired I am.


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