At the moment all I seem to be doing is waiting. I am quite an impatient person, no, I am a very impatient person. I want everything done yesterday but I guess I just have to wait like everyone else.
Today I spent my time waiting for my first delivery of stock to arrive. I waited and waited and waited. Did I mention that I am impatient? Finally, when I could bare it no longer, I made a phone call. I dread to think what the man on the other end of the line was thinking when I demanded to know where my delivery was. In the end, he humoured me by giving me a tracking number so that I could look on line. There it was in black and white - estimated delivery between 3:32 and 4:32. Well, this was about 4:20. By about 4:23 and after plenty of curtain twitching, my husband sent me upstairs to change the boy's nappy. The nursery is at the back of the house. The driveway is at the front. Now, how cruel can a man get. Needless to say, it was at this point that the driver turned up. Typical. Cue the fastest nappy change known to man and me running out the back door, bare feet, rushing to meet the delivery driver like he was an old, long-lost friend. My first box of stock has landed!
At this point, being extremely proud of my first delivery, I would normally post a picture of said box so that you could all revel in my delight, however after a recent trip to the beach, my camera has gone on strike. It has been consumed by sand and I fear will never shoot again.
Tonight, when the little man is in bed, I will no doubt empty my new box of it's contents, then fill it up again. Leave it 5 minutes and start the process again, making myself familiar with my new purchases and soaking it all in. A tad obsessive - maybe? But my box of goodies is my first real life symbol of what lies ahead. I need to be obsessive!
Tykes Tights seems to be getting a good following now, especially since I started this blog and began tweeting. I am a twit, according to my husband.
This morning, I had a lovely message from a lady who is a journo up north. She wanted to film me as a new mumpreneur starting up. She wanted to know if I lived up north too. How I cried! I want to be filmed!!!
The waiting starts again. I have 2 more boxes of stock on the way. My poor husband!