The children were off school today, while us big kids didn’t have to work. Queen’s Birthday weekend is the last stat for several long weeks.
I have been unceremoniously booted off my own television, where a few short moments ago I had almost finished watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice for what could be the thousandth time.
The two little boys have settled in next to me, snuggled in tight like little tattoos on my chest and my options are pretty limited so I thought I may as well write a fucking Blog since this is my position for the next couple of hours at least. They are watching some CGI cartoon thing, about robot dinosaurs and I just can’t get emotionally invested in that kind of shit.
Steve’s working on an issue for a customer somewhere in the central north island, and as per usual, overhearing him sends me swooning and reminds me just how fucking RIDICULOUSLY audacious he is, trying to completely disrupt an industry. Again.
Tomorrow we are back in the office and I am incredibly excited about that, because I miss my people and have a million calls to make before heading overseas for a short stint with my masters class and professor. I’ve been forced back into my mom role recently, because all four were suffering with the lack of routine and security. I am home for them and cook for the ungrateful little parasites most nights. We also put screens to the side and play games like hangman or Pictionary or Uno. Parenting is hard. Working is hard. They are both fucking fabulously rewarding though. Feeling a bit smug about smashing the balance bit, but missing being the badass networking goddess who only has time for good cunts.
So I am pretty certain that both Steve and I are unemployable. The idea of anyone, anywhere, trying to get us to stop or start doing anything that we weren’t compelled to do/be and insanely passionate about… Well that concept is puzzling. There’s a bit of mundane and plenty of tough bits in what we do, but we Love what we do and we Love those who are smashing it with us.
Somehow, the entrepreneurial spirit has rubbed off on the children, especially on Stephanie-Jane.
Steph is churning through buckets of PVA glue and borax, and selling various colours, textures, and scents of slime.
She’s diversified her product range to pop sockets and squishies, and is turning over $100 a week. Cheeky little con-kid hasn’t paid us for raw materials yet either, so she’s rolling in cash. I will have to remind her of this fact.
So she’s got an amazing understanding of economics, and scale and she knows how to add value and upsell and cross-sell and diversify to minimize risk. She’s aware that slime is a fad and is forever looking for the next big thing. She’s ten. I know grown assed adults who don’t have the balls this girl has to take care of b’ness.
How the hell did a couple of raging socialists end up with a wee capitalist I wonder? She does say she is going to give her money to charity, or start her own charity. I support those ideas whole heartedly.
So she’s got a display chest organized to pedal her wares and show people what she is capable of. She’s taking orders daily and a couple of dollars for rose scented slime leaves Steph’s pockets well lined and gets her friends (and Daniel’s friends, as she’s broken into the much sought after Albany Junior High territory with great success) flush with sweet smelling slime.