The day was so perfectly planned.  I was starting an all new women’s small business club.  I had run them a few years ago and I had been asked incessantly to start them up again.

I wanted it to be something different.  Not just one of those networking groups where all that happens is that everyone is simply waiting for their turn to speak and hand out their business cards with no real interest in anyone but themselves.  I wanted this to be a fabulous group that would grow together and support each other so that everyone came away with something positive each time.

I had obviously sold this idea as the group was oversubscribed within a few days of me opening up bookings.

And one lady, an existing member of my Small Business Kit, was prepared to drive for 3 hours in able to be able to attend!

As she was coming such a long way and didn’t know the area, I suggested she come to my house for 9:30 am and I would then drive her to the venue.

I had visions of her arriving at my home and seeing what a super sophisticated woman I was in all my perfect make-up and beautiful clothes and she would admire my domestic goddess status with my wonderful home being so perfect and welcoming.

What happened was ……

I woke up on the morning and started to load the car with a flip chart. display board, refreshments etc.  It was only at this moment in time I realised I was going to have to create a Houdini type of act to be able to fit this all in the back of my car!  After much faffing, grunting, groaning, pushing and shoving, it finally all went in.

However, I was left looking like I had been dragged through a hedge backward!!!!  It was not a pretty sight!

I dash back into the house and check the time.  It’s ok.  I have time to shower, wash hair and then come down and vacuum the carpet of blonde dog hair from my Labrador who has started shedding her coat in the last 24 hours (only someone who owns a Golden Lab will understand the absolute blizzard of hair they can create just from one 5 second body shake when shedding their coats!).

Off upstairs I go and start the water running.  I am just putting my foot into the shower when the phone starts to ring.  Should I ignore it?  Yes?  No?  Of course, I can’t ignore it.  It might be the lovely lady on her long drive who is lost.  I dash to grab the phone and no, it’s not my lady.  It’s a family member who is ill at the moment.

Wrenching with my conscience of needing to be there for her but also conscious of time, I let her know I am busy and need to dash.  But she really needs someone to talk to and I can’t not listen.  Over 45 minutes later, I manage to get in the shower.

Oh, s***!  I’m seriously running out of time.

A day in the life of an entrepreneur

I get out of the shower, check the time and realise I only have half an hour before my lady is due to turn up.  Time to start getting slightly hot under the collar.

And then it happens.  THE DOORBELL RINGS!

No!!  It can’t be.  It must be the postman.

I dash downstairs in old (but incredibly comfy) dressing gown, old faithful, but seen better days’ slippers and a towel wrapped around my head.  Yes, it’s worse case scenario!

My lady has arrived early!!!!!!

I let her in and was in the middle of explaining my predicament when blonde bombshell Molly (my Labrador) comes bounding out to say hello.  She instantly jumps up and sheds a few pounds of hair all over the beautiful poncho that my guest is wearing.

Cutting the story very short or we would be here all day, there was only one thing for it.  I hustled my poor frazzled guest into the kitchen.  I told her under no circumstances to take her shoes off or she would end up with feet resembling those of a yeti from the carpet of hair on the floor.  I then thought sod it, showed her where everything was and told her to make us both some tea whilst I went and got ready.

Eventually, I made it back downstairs, although needing another shower due to antics of the morning so far getting me somewhat hot and bothered.

We sat down together in the kitchen and started to greet each other properly and sip out tea.

Then all hell broke loose.  I saw the cat trying to catch a fish out of the pond in the garden.  I stood up but the dog got there first.  The ensuing chaos could really make a comedy sketch.  The cat has a fish, the dog is now chasing the cat, I am now chasing the dog and my poor guest is sat looking on in astonishment.

Mad dog Molly

I’m a fake!

Hell.  My cover really is blown!  I’m faking this super sophisticated domestic goddess status.  My life is generally chaos!

Eventually, we got to the business club and I simply had to relay the story to the other ladies.

And do you know what?  I think they loved me all the more for it.  One lady said how she followed me and listened to me because I was so real.  She loved the fact that when I did my live videos my dog would suddenly bounce into view and on more than occasion knock the camera over.

They loved that I wasn’t sat in perfection with the humungous vase of roses, the bone china, the stilettos, hair done by (hang on, who is a top hairdresser these days?) and picture-perfect makeup.  They could relate to me.  And that made me so happy.

I simply don’t have to be perfect.  I just have to be me.  Chaos and all.

And do you know the best thing?  My lovely guest is coming back again next month. Yippee!!!!

 

Have you had a perfectly planned day that went pear shaped?  Share your experience below and let me know I’m not alone!

Angie x

 

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