Friday, May 9, 2008

Leaving on a Jet Plane

My flowers, are, at least. They're on their way today. They should arrive at the hotel on Monday. Yes, folks--that's right 3-4 days in a box (well, 10 boxes, actually). I'll let you know how they look when they show up. But, these guys know what they're doing, so I just have to trust.

Tomorrow Mister and I have a full plate: take the dog to the kennel, drive out to Grandma and Grandpa's house (about 1 1/2 hours away) have lunch with Mister's parents, then (ack! sigh! eek!) leave my baby behind....for a whole 9 days!!!! Ouch--heart--hurt. Then we'll drive back home, load up our suitcases, and drive to a hotel near the airport where we'll spend the night, since our flight leaves at dark o'clock Sunday morning.

We'll be traveling aaaaaaaallll day Sunday and get in to St. Thomas at 7:45 p.m. (assuming all goes well). But with customs, etc., who knows what time we'll actually arrive at the hotel.

Then Monday my flowers should show up, and BAM! the work begins. There's arrangements to made for about 6 different parties throughout the week. Eee-gads.

So, I'll have to make this short, because, I still have to pack!!!

There is so much more I want to say, seeing as this weekend know...that holiday. I'll be thinking of all of my friends out there who are mommies-in-their-hearts, as well as those who have made it to the other side after a long ride. I will raise a tiny bottle of booze to you all as I sit on the plane.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Flower Update

You think being in the floral business is all fun and roses, huh? (After you've cleaned out your first nasty, slimy flower bucket you'll change your mind on that one.)

Anyway, found a shipper/wholesaler out of LA who SWEARS he can get my flowers to St. Thomas for me. I just completed my order and now I'll be keeping my fingers and toes crossed until I see everything with my own eyes.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, not because I had to but because my heart was racing and my stomach was turning, worrying about this and various other business things. I actually have a very stressful job. I don't just fondle daisies all day long. I'm starting to wonder how much longer I want to do this, how much longer I want to deal with this stress. When I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I thought, "great, it's starting." "It" is the stress that consumes me and keeps me awake and runs through me with a constant humming every May through October (aka wedding season). It's that I'm responsible for so much. Everything must be perfect and arrive on time and be just as the client imagined (or better) or else. You know, I deal mostly with brides and they are so "Oh my gawd everything has to be perfect for my Very Special Day or I'm going to just die!!" Which, I totally understand since I was once a bride myself. But, it's unnerving, you know? And I'm the kind of person that takes it all to heart. I take it on myself that it must be absolutely perfect and exceed expectations, or I'm not doing my job. And, the hours are long, the work is physical, and I almost never have a free weekend to spend with my family or see any of my friends (who have normal jobs and DON'T work on the weekends) every spring, summer, and fall.

But then, I do love it all the same. Look: