Deanna Hews
My Days Off Are a Lie (But Go Off, Laundry)
What "time off" really looks like when you run a shop, a household, and a brain with no off switch.
If you think owning a small business means freedom, flexibility, or maybe even the occasional nap - that's adorable.
SO let's clear something up here: when I say "day off," what I mean is 'day where I do every single thing except be in the store."
Sundays? Oh yeah, I'm totally off... off my rocker. That's laundry for four people, cleaning up a week's worth of kid-explosions, chopping vegetables like I'm running a Michelin-star daycare, and trying to schedule social media posts before my ADHD goes " surprise, no focus for you today."
Mondays Are A Trap (And so Are Errands)
By the time Monday hits, I'm out running errands, getting groceries, picking up prescriptions, maybe squeezing in an appointment if the stars align. It's like a game of "How Many Tasks Can One Woman Fit Into A Day Before Imploding?" (Spoiler: It's alot.)
And that's when I'm feeling well.
Add in an ear infection or a hormone spiral, and things get real fun, real fast. The antibiotics mess with my meds, my brain turns into a late-night radio host who won't shut up, and suddenly I'm up all night with 153 new ideas for the business, none of which I actually have time to execute because I'm too busy doing laundry. Again.
Still Doing The Damn Thing
So yes, I'm still running this store. Still dreaming bigger. Still holding on.
But I'd like the record to show: there is no "off" button here. Just a bunch of tabs open in my brain, some suspicious leftovers in the fridge, and a very full laundry basket I swear I just emptied.
And yet... I'm still building this thing.
One chaotic, sleep-deprived, vegetable-prepping, blog-writting Sunday at a time.
Still here,
Still doing the damn thing,
Dee
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