Work-Life Balance and Hairdressers!

I had a phone call yesterday morning from my hairdressing salon. They like to phone me and send me text messages when I am about to have my appointment (which I need as I never write it down on my calendar!) but as I was talking to them I was thinking 'I'm sure it hasn't been 6 weeks' and then the awful news...Sarah is leaving...Aaaagggghhh!  Only two days before I had told my long suffering husband how great it is to find such a fabulous hairdresser (he nodded in abstract agreement), now I am breaking out in cold sweats at the thought of a new hairdresser...the update on this saga will follow I'm sure in future blogs!

Anyway having my hair cut is one of those wonderful, precious times (as all mums will know) where you cannot take your children and are completely alone in an adult world of gossip mags, gossipy people and coffee (with the odd stray hair mixed in)...absolute bliss. Trying to find a balance of time to be you and not 'mum' is essential to keep the madness away!

I set up Funky Sprogs because of my passion for sewing, but it also meant that I could provide myself with a job that I love and still be able to be there for my children during the week (and the dreaded school assemblies!). Not forgetting of course the most important thing...having our family time at the weekends. Now I knew there would be craft fairs and markets but I promised myself that they would be kept sporadic because otherwise I would lose out on my family time.

Then I did my first fair...I loved meeting people and discussing my dresses and t-shirts and booties and sewing and fabrics...you get the idea and anyone who knows me will tell you that I love talking (which would explain how I ended up working in the Entertainments dept on Cruise Ships!). I also loved making money...it was an absolute joy to sell the things that I had loved making.

Which leads me neatly into my headless chicken mode of desperately trying to make it to a market that for some reason I thought was the be all and end all of Funky Sprogs...LSH had told me that he was working on the QM2 (oh the glamourous life that I don't lead!) that week and so I set about packing my stock, tablecloth, banner, mannequins, hangers, clothing rail into a suitcase and hiking rucksack...check...all sorted! Next finding someone to look after my sprogs from 7:30am to 6pm on a Saturday...bizarrely I had three offers (I have some really, really good friends!) and then I stopped and thought about it...it's one market, it could rain, my children would be spectacularly unimpressed, and I would be an unattractive headless chicken.

It would also completely defeat the object of why I wanted to set up my own business.

So instead I will wake up with my sprogs at a reasonable time for a Saturday morning, maybe take them to the park, maybe watch a movie with them...who knows...but I won't be stressed, and they will be happy and LSH will be on a luxurious cruise liner 'working'...ggggrrrr!