Buisness Owner Without a Shop

It's official. I've registered The Craft Room Cafe LLC with the state of FL so... yay! However, I still cannot get a hold of the owner of the shop that we picked out so... sucks. It's OK though, because everyday that I don't have a shop is one more day that I think about what I will need. Example, I purchased a couple of yards of fabric this week for a cosplay costume from a local fabric shop and the merchandise was put neatly into a pink plastic bag. I DON'T HAVE ANY PINK PLASTIC BAGS. Where will I purchase these? 

I'm on a mission to find plastic bags for purchases in my shop this week and I'm waiting patiently for the building owner to call me back. 

Trying to Sign a Lease

I'm trying to sign a lease for the shop but the lessor won't return my calls! This is the second time this has happened. Except the last time I was ready to sign, the lessor said she already rented the space. What's the deal.

Down & Out - Bounce Back

After last week's super adventure, I'm beginning to recover. Except for the fact that I didn't document a check that went out on Thursday and I can't figure out which facility I sent it to, I am really starting to get back to normal. Things usually happen in 3's but I'm not sure which events of the chaotic events qualify  for a slot in the 3's because for every stroke of bad luck I had last week there was a strike of good luck and I just couldn't keep up. 

Don't worry, I won't bore you with the details of my adventures but I will tell you that it involved, 1 tow truck driver, 1 co-worker, 3 mechanics, and 1 dog with an upset stomach for 3 days. The same 3 days that W happened to be out of town. Many of the events were directly related to incompetence from a service I received and paid a pretty penny for. I'm convinced that there isn't a business out there that will satisfy the customer whether big or small. Something is bound to go wrong or just plain flake out. I cannot count the numerous times we've tried to get an estimate or had service completed regarding the trees in our yard or the roof on our house or work on our vehicles that botched everything else up. I feel like I can't trust anyone. I'm finding myself filling out more and more feedback survey's for downright incompetence. Is it that my expectations are too high. Should I not expect a return call from a business when I leave an inquiry on their voice mail?

Anyway, things went OK this weekend as part of the Bounce Back. B had her first soccer game which was unfairly matched. Again, I might be expecting too much but B's team has 5 kids under the age of 10 and the other team had children all 13 years old and older. I am thankful that the 17 y/o from Brazil on the opposing team was careful not to harm any one of our team members when he kicked the ball over everyone's head down into the goal area for the score. We lost 10 to 0 but our guys (and girls) tried really hard. 

The dog is feeling better, miraculously, but not until we went in to an emergency visit to the animal hospital Saturday morning and all of our vehicles are fully operational. I didn't sew anything but I spent some time in the yard with the hubby and kids cleaning and raking. It was productive and uplifting. I also want to casually mention that I received the GREEN LIGHT on the studio so I will be strategically planning this over the next couple of weeks. I've already started the lifestyle change with the kids by telling them NO on a few purchases this weekend and they understood.

I'm hopeful that today will be great and look forward to planning our small business. YAY!

Peering

This verb will represent my state of mind today. Peering over the canyon is what I'm doing. It's a long way down but there are so many adventures there and I'd like to consider myself resourceful so survival is possible...

I'm considering pulling the trigger on the studio even though I am no way near ready. I believe that worry and fear will prevent me from ever being entirely ready anyway. The voices in my head are conflicting and confusing but if I don't try then I will never know if I could or worse, someone else will try and that WILL KILL ME. 

PROS

I am confident that the idea will work.

Good clean fun.

Work that matters.

Opportunity to teach/involve my kids in business concepts, marketing, budgeting, earning.

Community involvement.

Income

CONS

I am not sure how long it will take to work.

I might sabotage my career trying.

The lease aka commitment.

More bills.  (this is the one I fear the most)

Dedicated time.

At least my list of pros is slightly longer. I think with G helps this summer she and I can divvy up responsibilities so the last con could eventually move to the pros. There are so many variables here and this would be the most risk I've ever taken on in my whole life. It didn't start out that way though. It started out as a way for me to craft when ever I wanted with friends and family and it turned into a second job. How do I get back to that simple concept? How do I hold tight to reality (second job) and shed fear by staying naive long enough to take the leap? 

Meet the Packsmans

Our oldest daughter is in a marketing class this year as a freshmen and we are already seeing her power of persuasiveness increase. She delivered a Power Point presentation to us (the parental units) in January that was very compelling. Her objective was a family pet. There were delicately placed daisies an a soft yellow background symbolizing the warmth of the summer sun. Although, the presentation was more focused on a guinea pig, we gave in to a family dog instead. 

Max

A 1 year old rescued mixed Airedale terrier of sorts. He stands about knee high and has been reeking havoc for the last couple of weeks. He's a wild animal but as soft and gentle as a lamb. His beard is always wet but it is a baby beard and is short. He isn't quite house broken but is well on his way. We started training last Saturday and we want everyone in the house to be on the same page when it comes to discipline and praise so 6 of us went. Chaos happened as usual. W kept leaving the training area to answer the mechanics call since we dropped our van off earlier in the day to get the A/C repaired (the Florida heat is on its way and I was getting desperate). Max wanted to sniff everything. My mom took E to do some shopping but not until we were all settled. See, my mom had to give us a ride since we couldn't all fit in the truck. The instructor spoke quickly and there were 7 dogs total which was apparently a large class. Bringing everyone backfired because I think we caused too many distractions and gave him too many treats. He didn't make it out of PetSmart before he vomited a little.

Puppy training isn't the only thing I'm going to complain about this morning... the chewing, the biting, the growling, the sand, sand, SAND in the house. Things are getting better though. He does settle down to cuddle and he is pretty good at playing fetch. I think we are nipping the biting in the butt finally by putting him in the laundry room for a timeout and separating him from his pack. He is the 7th member of our family and we are officially out of seats in the mini van. We are the Packsmans.