Oh my word, but I am knackered. At least I can have coffee now. Back to my 2 cups a day and all is good in the land of Abigail’s acid reflux monster. We are nearly at the 3 month mark, so in that regard (colic), things are getting mighty better. Thank goodness! For all of us, but especially our little baby girl. So helpless.
As you may know from my last post — we hit the road last Thursday for work related travel and business. Vending a four day artisan show away from home with 2 littles is no small feat. But survive we did. Abigail did wonderfully! I, of course, had the help of the g-rents with lots of pumped milk on hand when she was away from me, 2 out of the four work-days.
I’m not overflowing in the milk department, so building up a supply is not the easiest. Sunday brought us to the end of that supply so one of my besties who lives in the area of the show (and was working my booth when I needed to y’know; eat, visit the loo and pump), had to drop off some more to Lil’ Abner when she was done her shift. Thankfully, she lives close to my mom.
All of these things and more? Crazy business. From packing up a van full of stock, my displays and props — to our own stuff (of which there is lots, as those of you with littles know), to driving semi-long distances with babes who wail in their cars seats…Oh. My. Word. Then the actual work of the weekend, while taking care of one’s children (with help, of which we could not have done it) — followed by the tear down and re-packing? Epic circus. But worth it. I did quite well, for my first big show and on the days I had Abigail and her bro with me, the mister was there to help.
People LOVE babies. Truth? I sold more when she was with me, than without. Abby seemed to be in her element with lots to look at. The wasn’t much nappage in the day, but she slept like a dream those nights.
All in all, I’d do it again — but not too often. I plan on doing 4 big shows a year where the kids are with me, and maybe a couple of local biggies — where the ruckus to do it all is not as huge. I have the benefit of living in a high tourist area on the water with a couple of big shows in the summer, and only an hours drive to Toronto where there are a couple of others I will be taking part in. Having lived there before, I have friends I can stay with who are only too happy to help care for a babe or 2 during our stay. Childcare & no accommodation expenses = bonus. Sensible.
This weekend? (As in 2 sleeps away?) We leave again for a conference that both the mister an I are panelists for. As well as performing and exhibiting. Him, not me. But yes, the babies shall be in tow. Hello junior presidential suite. It’s the kind of conference where we can do our thing with our children, much different than those of some other industries, I’m sure.
So it is possible, this baby-life and work and travel. Possible, with moments of lost sanity. For the bigs and littles.