Home Based Business Mom

I get asked about envelope stuffing a lot.

More than a lot.
It’s like I’m being stalked by Envelope Stuffing.

Actual Questions:

1. Is envelope stuffing a scam?
2. Can I make money stuffing envelopes from home?
3. Are there any no fee envelope stuffing opps out there?
4. I need an envelope stuffing job, do you know of any?
5. Do you have a list of legitimate envelope stuffing companies?
6. Is envelope stuffing real?
7. I read an ad where I can stuff envelopes and make money. Is it a scam?
8. Have you ever made money stuffing envelops?

I could go on and on and on….

Envelope Stuffing is a “work at home” topic….and has been for a very long time.

So…I’m doing something about it. Actually I DID something about it.
What you ask?
I wrote about it of course.

Check it out yourself:
Stuffing Envelopes – Work at Home Fact or Fiction?

I can’t remember the last time I went to bed at a normal hour.
Can you?

I’ve worked at home for eight years now….and honestly….I’ve become some kind of freakish owl-person.

It’s almost 2am right now….and what am I doing? Typing. Typing this blog post.
I’m also thinking about coffee. Coffee sounds good right now.

I’ve honestly tried to have a normal schedule. But when you work at home – and especially if you’re a work at home mom – what exactly IS normal???

I’ll wake up tomorrow at 6:30am. Why? Because I can’t sleep through my husband taking his shower and turning on the closet light. The kids will be fussing at each other and my daughter will come in and stare at me until I get up and help her find the t-shirt with the peace sign on it.

OH I TRY to sleep through it. I really do. But it’s impossible.

So – I get up. I stumble around and act like I have my act together and help make lunches if I didn’t do it the night before. I’ll make sure my high school-er has his wallet, cellphone and glasses.

I’ll write any notes that need to be written – make sure my daughter has a snack packed and her water bottle with her.

I do all these “mommy” things. Wonderful “wife” things.

Then they all leave. Sometimes I can lay back down. But most times not.
So I go through the day in a fog. A really thick fog.

I do some laundry, check email, make beds….I drink coffee. A lot of coffee. Oodles of coffee. I do a little work, a little research. I eat….
I might dust and vacuum. I might clean a bathroom or two.
Maybe even pull off all the sheets on everyone’s bed and wash them.
I might walk the dog.

But after I pick the kids up from school….
And they come home….get their snack and head down to the TV room — I take a nap. I sleep from 3:45 to 5:00. I really sleep. Power nap isn’t even close to what I do. I go into a coma.

At 5:00 I get up and start dinner. I feel good. Refreshed…..like I slept for years.

Then…at about 11PM….I feel tired. But I resist….I start working.
And I work and work….either here at my desk or on my laptop.
Finally about 3am….I think…wow…I better get in some sleep because 6:30 will be here soon.

It’s not a healthy lifestyle. I am sure I’ve royally messed up my circadian rhythm.

But what to do, what to do??

Working at home allows you a lot of freedom, a lot of flexibility. You can use that power/privilege for good or evil.

I have fallen to the dark side. The dark…as in night.

I’d like to be normal. I’d like to go to bed at 10:00 and get up and have all this spaze energy. And someday soon – I will dag-gummit. But for now….I am Kelly the Owl. I am hooting in the wee hours of the morning.
For it is at this time that the laundry doesn’t call to me…..there are no grocery lists to tackle, there are no beds to make, no children to ready for school…..
No dinner to cook, no vacuuming to do….
I am focused on work. My “work at home”.

So all you work at home wannabes and all you other work at home moms….try to use your “work at home” powers for good. Keep regular hours. It has to be better for you.

Pleasant dreams.
Hoot! Hoot!

I’m not stupid.

And…you are not stupid.

I am assuming though, that the media thinks we are. Like we’re super slow at grasping concepts. Or that we need weird adjectives….or many adjectives to help us make sense of the vast volume and density of despair that the American economy is in.

Yes people are losing their jobs.
Companies are closing….laying people off.
Home sales are in the toilet…..
Home values have already been flushed down the toilet.
Major players are asking for bail-outs.

This is not lost on me. It is not lost on you.
I’m not even going to watch the news anymore. And this is not a “stick my head in the sand” and ignore the problem attitude. It’s more…that I want to hold on to the last bit of hope, faith and happiness that I have.

Beating people over the head with bad news is not a solution. Why doesn’t the news spend time finding out who is hiring and announce that on their program??? Why not announce how people can volunteer and how we can save money? And I mean REAL advice. Not some pompous, puffed up, wealthy fru-fru spewing their blah blah. 

Lets get some REAL people on NEWS!

I refuse to just lay down in this bed of dreary. I WILL get up in the morning and I WILL feel blessed. Blessed for the day, for my health, for milk and bread in the fridge. (And coffee!)

Part of the whole economy mess falls squarely on us… 
Yes…it does.
We spend too much on stupid stuff. Things we don’t “really” need.
We use credit cards. Credit cards are never good. Never.
They suck. 
They are like leaches….sucking you for everything.
Don’t use them.

Simplfying is going to become a fine honed skill for many.
Me included.
And that’s not a bad thing. 

But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna just be told over and over again that the world in falling apart and that the skies are gray and that the future holds nothing but the cold wind of a depression brewing. 

This is MY life. My soul. My family.
And as long as we have each other – it’s a day filled with promise.

I don’t live in a mansion, I don’t drive a Lexus, BMW or Mercedes, I don’t wear fancy clothes….and I certainly don’t make oodles of money – but I am rich. A rich that the economy can’t touch.

So….to the media….
I am not stupid. I will not be broken by your constant negativity. 

I am rich with non-material things and I am rich with this day before me.
I am rich with the love of my husband, who is my best friend. I am rich with good kids, happy kids.
I am rich with dear friends, wonderful parents and family. 

I’m wealthy with or without a “bad” economy.
So take your chicken little dance somewhere else!