Much Ado About Nothing

I can't actually say that I have been doing nothing as the entire workings of Cold Stone, the kids and life have fallen on my shoulders. Nothing could have been more evident of this as me spending the last 72 hours before Valentines Day making cakes and cupcakes and Valentines Night I had to BEG, literally BEG... Jeff to come in and take care of dishes so the 4 of us could handle the customers and I was exhausted to start with. He whined the entire time and left the store without finishing the job he was to do. He said he was tired. he worked from 6 to 3 p.m. had an hour for lunch and a 3 hour nap and dinner before he came in at 7 p.m. to help. the 4 of us crammed cold pizza in our mouths between customers.

Catherine (my savior) was at the store with my from 9 a.m. until 10 p.m. (and came every day after school and helped until 9 p.m. each day) frosting cupcakes, cakes and helping me keep the lobby clean. We ended up selling 366 cakes, and 192 6 packs of cupcakes. All of which we make in the store by hand. I had 2 other crew members but it was just the 4 of us that did the work. It was our second largest day to date in sales.

Every day since then it's been a non stop catch up and preparing for our "ALL YOU CAN EAT FOR $5 - FAT TUESDAY" event.

A Co-op meeting, Steven's crossing over to Boy Scouts, City chamber meetings, shopping for jeans (and clothes) for all 3 kids, a meeting with the police leasion officer at Plymouth about Dan being assaulted and bullied in school and an all night ski party with Dan and the Boy Scouts. Factor in 45 hour work week at the store and now Daniel has the flu and is at home. It's been a rough week.

I have yet to see an American Idol show in it's entirety. I thought I was going to see it last week, but I got a call from the store and had to go in and last night I had the cross over and caught the last 15 minutes and Jeff wanted us to be quiet so he coudl watch it. I SWEAR if he doesn't move his butt off the couch soon I am going to throw away the couch. The kids and I could care less, we don't sit on it. Jeff would walk around in circles lost if it dissapeared. the thought made us giggle a little.

The kids are pretty upset as well, sassing back. I can't blame them and find myself having a hard time defending thier father and that he works 40 hours a week and gets 2 days off needing a vacation.

I can't recall the last time I had a day off when the store was open.

Tomrrow will be brighter...and warmer.