Today I wanted to do ninety thousand things and couldn't on account of having to take care of CHILDREN. ARGH. If I hadn't had Emma and Rosie today I would have a website, business cards, and rate card all set for Thumbprints. OH YES I WOULD HAVE.
Katie and I were kicking the idea around, but Carla pushed it to the front of my brain: we should just start now. Katie's already making cakes on the side, but I could "officialize" things and get the name out there. For starters. It's SOMETHING.
But you know that feeling? When you want to do EVERYTHING but you're STUCK? I hate that feeling.
I'm trying a couple of new things. First thing: keeping my house clean. SHOCKER. Okay, I should probably clarify that. What I'm trying to do is clean things up AS I GO. Instead of getting totally overwhelmed by the kitchen only to leave it for after dinner when I am sure to be MORE overwhelmed. Straightening up the homework table before the kids need to use it. Putting clothes away when I see them, not when I'm forced to move them so I can walk through my own house. That sort of thing. And I am wondering if this commitment to pick-up-itude is contributing to my sense of Desolation today. I feel like I've been working all day! But doing WHAT?! I AM happier when I go into the kitchen and it's clear. Yes. But the bathrooms are still dirty and I'm just going to have to mess up the counters again for dinner sooooo, yeah, I am not sure how long this experiment will last.
The second thing is what food I buy. The morning after I got back from the Blathering I was scrolling through links and articles on Twitter, as you do in your bed before you have to go get the kids ready, and I just HAPPENED to read an article about... I am just going to say Factory Farming. And I don't know why THIS article was the last straw, but it was, and I now have to double our grocery budget so I can buy happy meat and eggs. I'm not going vegetarian (although I think I, personally, could) and I haven't figured out what I think about ALL animal products, like cheese and milk, but bacon? I now have opinions about bacon. I will now have to go to the hippie grocery store to buy the bacon that says These Pigs Led Cheery Piggy Lives Before We Decided To Eat Them and/or become one of those people who buys half an animal from a hippie farm to store in the freezer in the garage.
Katie said, "Are you going to require cage free eggs for the bakery?" YES, YES I AM. At some point. Maybe not right away. I'm not even sure we can afford to pay our employees with sad caged eggs in the budget. But seriously, this is now a Thing for me. I'M SORRY, EVERYONE ELSE.
(Oh, the bakery is going to "focus" on Local stuff. We're sort of over the organic thing, but we are big on Local and Sustainable and all that jazz. "Happy Animals" to be added as soon as we won't go broke.)
(Isn't it HORRIBLE how much it costs to be picky about where your food comes from? I HATE THAT.)
(If you want to read the article, here you go, it's by the dude who wrote Dominion, one of those books I've avoided. BUT HE GOT ME ANYWAY. Spoiler alert: is way churchy.)
Where did THAT come from. Is this a foodie blog? NO IT IS NOT. I'll have you know that dinner tonight is grilled cheese and soup out of a can. For the kids, anyway. I will be having handfuls of cookies out of the box like a proper grown up.
Just because it popped into my head right this second, what do you guys think about making a quick little logo for biz cards/Twitter/FB/web page and then going the full branding route once we have a storefront? I very much want to spend $$$ on an Identity (MAN, I wish I were a graphic designer. Next life!), but we can't do that NOW. We're not even quite sure what the identity IS yet. But I do feel like we need something if we want to start marketing the name, you know? If Katie is going to pass out cards with her cakes, it needs something. What do you think? I'd do it myself except I can pay an Etsy person $25 and get something way more awesome than I'd ever come up with.
All right, I've just had my zillionth request for another snack. That's a good sign I should start dinner.