I got an ad in the Waterford News and Star for Boho Kitchen. I'm a little, well, disappointed. At first she told me it was business card size, then she emailed me that it was 73mmx73mm, so I had to edit my graphic to fit that space. THEN she prints the ad and it IS business card size, so she had to change the graphic to fit and retype text... it looked kind of crap. Oh well, its exposure and that's all I wanted. Of course, an email or phone call would help me to feel it was worth it. I go back and forth between really wanting to do this and just backing out and saying I can't/why bother/I'm no good. I wish I had more tools, more space, better oven, more time!
I'm going to have a chat with the folks in the enterprise board about getting everything sorted out business wise. It helps to have a business, though, to do that.
I'm very conflicted, and stressed. We're wanting to move, we have to get out of Waterford, but I'm worried that things won't work out for America. That the house will never sell, that we won't afford to live when we move, that I won't find a job and definitely won't find one that is personally satisfying. Here I have the opportunity to start my own business if I want it. So, I can live somewhere I hate and do something I like, or do something I might hate (who knows) and live somewhere I like. Ugh. We somewhat discussed maybe renting out the house if it won't sell and try the only other place we like in Ireland, Cork... but the idea was only popular on this side of the discussion if you catch my drift. We're still aiming to do a test year abroad. I have to look into the abcs of getting Cormac legal to work once we're over. We have a to-do list. This feels like limbo, and I hate limbo.
We're having some sleep issues with Jane all of a sudden. I hate this age. I'll say it. I hate it. She used to sleep just fine. To bed in her room, maybe up once in the night, twice maybe, and asleep until 7-8ish. The last week at least has been regular waking, can't get her back to sleep properly (she won't reenter a deep sleep, so we get her asleep and 2 minutes later shes moaning again). She has a decent routine to bed. She isn't nursing at night. I don't know. I'm exhausted, Cormac is pissing me off with suggestions I'm not willing to take and won't start complaining about here, and I'm just hoping it passes soon.
Anyways. We went down to Cobh on Wednesday. We were running late so I just dropped Jane and Cormac off at the house and drove out to Cloyne to see ionracas. She's fantastic, I swear I could have stuck around another few hours chatting. Her house is so cozy and Henry is incredibly cute. He wanted to badly to scoop up Harper and drag her around little a doll, I could see it in his eyes. ha!
That night I took Harper into Cork city to meet Moira for the Stitch 'n Bitch. I parked in Paul Street carpark, got out to wrap Harper up in the mei tai, locked the doors and slammed them shut, looked around me to make sure I had my knitting and realized SHIT SHIT SHIT I just locked all my bags (and the keys) in the car. Go me! Now, we have a '96 toyota corolla estate, so, enters my mind at least the chance of breaking into our car. We had the help carpark manager? with a very sad looking hanger and two butter knives. Cormac, his dad and his uncle came out after collecting some "tools" and watching youtube clips while we went off to the SnB... they had it open in less than 5 minutes. I'm glad I go to go, it was nice to get out (plus I met another American I know from blogs, Evin-- and chatted with Emily, too). I needed a day's break from Jane, as bad as that sounds (since as far as toddlers go she's actually a gem). We got kicked out (Moira was bouncing Harper around in full view and I didn't think about it!) because of Harper coming along and we walked down to meet the men at The Franciscan Well. It's the first pub I ever went to in Ireland. Good memories. Went back to Cork, home now.
Last night spent 1:30-3 am mostly awake, Jane up again at 5:30, then 7. She was up before we went to bed at least twice, too. I'm still trying to get over being sick, its just a flu thats really hanging in there. Not too bad but enough to give me a small cough and keep me exhausted.