Picture this: It's a brand new year, 2020! I had slowly begun making things for family and friends years prior, so I decided now was the perfect time to officially launch my own business.
What a time to branch out and begin my own business, right? I seriously had so many moments of: "What in the actual hell was I thinking?!"
Not only was I trying to establish myself, but I was also thrust head-first into preschool teaching my 4.5 and 2.5 year old. Needless to say, it was confirmed I was not build to be a homeschooling momma (praise to you ladies!)
I also had a 9 month old crawling around, and by crawling I mean he had to have been bitten by a radioactive spider, or my husband installed a core-reactor into his chest. He crawled faster than my almost 5 year old could run, and he climbed on EVERYTHING. Take my eyes off of him for 1 minute, and he's crawling on the stairs, counter, hanging from the chandelier... Obviously I'm joking about the last part, but you get the idea.
Now, on top of that I had my wonderful, supportive, slightly irritating husband. My husband went from working outside the home 16 hours a day, to ALWAYS being home, taking over the office space.
Not only did he consume all of my space, a decent size room with french doors, and a window looking out the front of our house, but he was constantly monitoring our deliveries to the house. Dude, we are on house arrest for the foreseeable future, Amazon is now my best friend, sorry.
So off to the basement I went, 101 amazon boxes in tow. As I stood there looking at the space I'd have for so many more activities, even if the only window in the room was looking out to the backyard staircase, I began building the future of my business.