For the past few months, I have been claiming Saturdays as my official work day. Ideally I’d like to work at home, in my sewing room, but it’s impossible for me to get any work done while the kids are around. So most Saturdays around 9am, I leave the kids at home with Mark, and head out for a nearby shopping mall with my laptop, for a good 5-6 hours of work.
Why a shopping mall? Because it has a lovely internet cafe, where you can use free wi-fi for hours over a cup of latte. Plus there is a fabric shop where I often get supplies. I can also grab a few things for dinner before going back home.
Now that I have two main online shops, which are getting busier every month (thanks everyone!), there is actually quite a lot to do outside of actual sewing. Processing photos, listing items, responding to emails, updating inventory, ordering supplies, not to mention keeping up with social media and even occasional blogging.
I used to dislike shopping malls. Before the kids came, spending 5-6 hours at a busy shopping mall might have sounded like an idea of hell. Now I cherish my Saturdays alone at a shopping mall.
I also work on Mondays while the kids go to daycare. But Mondays are more intense because I try to cram in as much sewing as I can in the 6-7 hour time frame, while trying my best to ignore the housework that’s screaming to be done. I’m exhausted by the time I have to go pick up the kids.
Saturdays, in contrast, are relaxing and luxurious. It is my work day, but I’m not sewing and I’m not looking at a pile of dirty laundry. It is a mental health day.