One Foot on a Banana Peel

I’ve made it through three days at the new job.  That makes it sound like a chore and really, it isn’t.  I very much like it.  There is soooo much less stress than at the company I used to work for.  As long as you don’t commit a felony or do something unbelievably stupid they pretty much leave you alone. 

Adding to my good mood is my hubby.  We don’t always have the greatest of relationships…mostly due to his workaholism and therefore lack of time and energy to devote to any kind of closeness, not any major problems.  The one thing he’s always been is supportive of anything I want to do.  He’s always told me to go for it and if it falls through, he never rubs it in or makes me feel bad about it.  The Avon business has been my latest endeavor and he’s been great about me buying demos and promotional packs and whatnot.  His philosophy is that you have to spend money to make money.  Still, I feel guilty when things are a little bit tight for us at the moment.  He could legitimately say it’s costing way more than it’s bringing in, but he knows it takes time to build a business and every time I get another order he makes a huge fuss and tells me how proud he is of me.  Gives me the warm fuzzies and makes me want to do really well.

Well, I am off to find something to feed my family for supper and then…..probably a little television and bed.  I am so unbelievably tired.  My body has not adjusted to the new schedule of up at 4:00 and bed at 10:00 yet.  Probably by next week.  I hope.