That’s right you heard me correctly … I’ve been hiding from Mormons. It’s not what you think though. I haven’t been hiding from all Mormons, and it’s not that I have mormon issues. In fact, I do on regular basis invite Mormon missionaries into my home for long chats and refreshments (lunch, juice, cookies …). They are really nice kids and I enjoy having them stop by and chat. So don’t label me a ‘Mormon basher’ because I am not. I’ve had dozens of kids visit me and although we’ve never made it past lesson 2, I know all about each pair of kids that comes knocking (parents jobs, #’s of siblings, grandparents, home town, future aspirations, love lives on hold). I am pretty sure they have me on the list of ‘safe’ homes to visit. The current pair always brings freshly baked chocolate chip cookies … it makes the hiding all the more difficult.

The real reason is (it’s so not like me – REALLY), due to my recent illness I am tired, tired, tired. Needless to say, when they arrived to visit me twice this week during the afternoon I was lying in bed still bra less (too much info?) and still in my pj’s. I am sure, if they’re not permitted to drink coffee, watch t.v. or surf the internet, they certainly shouldn’t be cavorting with scantily clad, middle-aged ladies with no undergarments! Right?

In reality, grabbing Georgia and ducking under the covers while whispering, “shhhhh … shhhh … quiet … hide … no talking … don’t look out the window … hide”, well it’s probably the most decent thing to do … honestly … (did I mention I’m a double DD?). That and it beats the hell out of flying out of bed, scrambling to dress and then politely telling them you aren’t taking visitors today. The disappointment … I always feel so bad!

I need to get some GUTS.

MK xo
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Psst … I’m feeling OK … just tired.

The Great Migration—> I suppose that’s a bit of an exageration, seeing as the new warehouse is just a couple of miles from the old location. There was NOTHING great about today! Except, the fact that it is done! We are moved in and ‘very’ organized. We have considerably less square footage at the new location, so we we were very organized before we moved. It made today go very smoothly.

YEAH!

One of the ‘moms’ that makes www.thebabymarketplace.com ‘work’ and Lizzy working on the truck. I forgot to take pictures until we we’re 80% unpacked.

My hero, Mr. MK. I couldn’t have done this without him. I worked ALL day today, but he has been working nights and ALL day yesterday getting the new space ready. They don’t come any better.

Starting to look pretty good. The new warehouse has two floors. I am hoping that I loose a few pounds running up and down the stairs!

Tomorrow, we’re off for a family holiday … SKIING … yes, again! We like it, alot! I just have about 6 more loads of laundry to get done so I can pack for the trip. ARGGG!

This time we’re taking the nanny and some friends. Should be loads of fun. X’ing my fingers for LOTS of snow and mild temps.

www.thebabymarketplace.com is closed … well sort of … I’ve left the website running and I will be checking a few basic functions each evening, but we are not packing / shipping all week. I have given ALL my employees the week off. To make it up to our customers we are giving 15% off the entire product line. Coupon code is: IamPatient—if you are interested go on over and have a look.

There is a great contest starting later this week. It’s for one of my favorite ‘Rocky Mountain’ products, check back again.

MK xo
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This blog365 thing is really a HUGE commitment. I hate to fail, so regardless of the fact that I am tired, I will blog anyway. I couldn’t face you all again if I failed the blog365 challenge in February … I KNOW I can make it further than that.

It’s been a really busy day. I had a total of 4 hours of sleep last night. For some strange reason I found it necessary to stay awake to watch Far and Away (Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman). A film that I wasn’t crazy about the first two times I watched it, but for some reason the 3rd time around it was quite fascinating, except for Tom Cruise’s terrible Irish accent—> “You’re a corker, Shannon. What a corker you are” – GAG!

**I am writing frantically – I am not stopping – There is no period, because I am going to give you one long, long, exhausting sentence … here we go—>

I walked the kids to school and took the long route home, I took the long route because I so need to do something about my size (LARGE going on Xlarge), I picked up the sitter, did shipping labels, did laundry, fixed printer, fixed computer, fixed printer, had Mr. MK fix network problem, went to the warehouse, packed orders, counted stock, home to pick up the sitter and Georgia, picked up Sam and Liz from school, dropped the sitter off at her 2nd job, then drove home, made an early supper, checked email, answered customer service issues, fed the kids the early supper (are you tired yet?), did dishes, prepared the kids for an evening at a friends, rendezvous with friend who is watching the children while Mr. MK and I are out a Rotary function, swap cars with friend, in order for her to look after my children and get hers to soccer she needs a bigger vehicle (mine), Georgia falls in large puddle at the car swap and has to be taken home for clean coat, boot, jeans, shirt and to rinse her hair, finish car swap and finally get children to friend (clean and dry), shower, dress, makeup, hair, argue with Mr. MK about his messy ensemble, drive to function, spend 3 hours at rotary function, drive to friends to get children back, visit with friend, pick up tired children, drive home, walk in door, send children to bed, sit down at computer, frantically search through old photo’s looking for one that will work for a ‘30 Tiny Moments’, realize that there isn’t one, wish I had take even one picture today, wish I had taken one of Georgia lying in the lake mud puddle, tell myself to quit wishing for things that aren’t going to happen, consider taking pictures now (could push kids in puddle for reenactment), decide not to, realize that I will not post 30 x ‘30 Tiny Moments’ 30 days in a row, accept failure (I’m Not Going to Make It), decide to write about it, writing, right NOW.

I’m going to bed … 5:30 comes early.

I am so tired, like really, really, really tired. Really, I am so tired I could cry, but I won’t.

I am so tired, I ‘almost’ couldn’t eat that pizza I made for supper (almost).

I am so tired, I might not do the dishes. I might not get my kids in their pj’s and I might not even care what time they go to bed. For sure I am too tired to care if they have a bath.

I am so tired, I am not going to worry about the laundry and I am certainly not going to do it.

I am so tired, I don’t care what’s on TV. I don’t care that Mitt is short for Milton (not Mitthew—- hahaha … I crack myself up!)

I am so tired, I might just go to bed on time.

I am so tired, I have to sign off NOW or I might do this …