Must type quickly — everyone is sleeping late except me and very soon something will burst and the day will start. Either my bladder, forcing me out of bed, or my kids will burst into the room demanding to be fed for the tenth time this week which sounds reasonable until you remember that it’s only Tuesday. Morning. Even the dog is letting me stay in bed a little longer, and oh oh I should be using this peaceful moment to sleep but oh blog, I miss you, blog!

So many half-written posts are in my drafts folder from the last month, but I fell asleep while writing them. I just looked through them and one ends with the auto-saved sentence “My roommates knew that I was not the type of per on to let eonferfiln food go to eastel. ”

That’s true, I don’t let eonferfiln food go to eastel. Because I’m not even Swedish!

Clearly I was typing in those last minutes of the day, the minutes when nobody is asking me to do anything or telling me about the map they just drew or the game they invented and nobody expects me to do any work or pack any orders or feed them or do anything. Except for my own stomach and brain which use those quiet moments to remind me that they, too, would like to be fed.
(children whomp into the room, mutter something about bad dream, dive onto my stomach, dog gets excited because oh wow! It’s you guys! And the day started and didn’t stop until just now. Thursday at midnight.)

So hi! How was your December?

Ours was absolutely ridiculously avalanche busy. Exciting! Hectic! Unreal.

At one point I thought oh man, this is so much, the day seems so unbalanced, I must be really even more horribly disorganized than I thought. Which was upsetting because I’d worked on organizing things somewhat and streamlining shipping etc. My exhausted, hormonal lady brain was quick to point out that SEE this is exactly why you are a ridiculous human being who sucks. But last night I added everything up and holy night you guys, this December we TRIPLED our sales from last year’s holiday season. Well! If we had sold this much last year, I would have died because back then, oh I was so very young and I didn’t know the world of thermal printing and bulk mail drop off like I do now. I didn’t know about automated emails and tracking numbers. I was hand writing every address with my hand! And then I was loading everything into IKEA bags, standing in line at the post office and paying those nice people to weigh and stamp every single package. With their hands.

Nowadays we copy and paste the address into a thing, enter the weight, click click click dang old bzzzzzpop! That’s the adorable little thermal printer. Then ping! My shipping robot sends a friendly email telling people what the thermal printer just did. Then pack pack pack, into the USPS bin, which can be handed to the post man or dropped off at the post office loading dock.

So yeah. Yay! Wow. Many many many things to report, discuss, write, think, talk about here. But right now? Right now I’m going to drink some water and go to bed. I suggest you do the same. Sakes alive, boy, Christmas is coming! We’ve got to get ready!