Such Stupid Stress

I yelled at the dogs. Twice. I wanted to cry when I got in the car and realized I'd misplaced a check and not done the smart thing and put it in my purse. I was unable to print shipping labels from the Facebook App. I had a 100$ order that was nearing 3 days. Thank goodness the buyer is a patient nice person.

I had an offer for the Royal Daulton tiny Toby's and I was instructed to pack them up with care. Normally this would upset me, but now I know this is the norm because most people, or at least some people, ship irresponsibly. I packed it up with extreme care and when I went to print the label, FB had cancelled the order "for my best interest". I texted the person and received no response, so I suppose FB was correct.

I had one person make me jump thru hoops to sell a Monster High Doll and once I had complied with all her wishes I hear crickets.

I could not print another shipping label and when I let FB know, I went to my email account and found what I thought was the shipping label and sent the belt buckle to the wrong person!! I keep hoping the USPS will send it back and I can print the correct label for the sale.

I was over charged 20$ plus sellers commission and tax at the auction. But they did not fight me on the issue and are sending me the money back.

My garage is an absolute wreck. It took me hours to find an 12$ bunny purchase and I had to pay for the shipping!!

This morning after receiving the shipping label I was going to put my 'store" on vacay. But I got another order this morning, so I decided if it printed out easily I wouldn't close the FB store. It just did print easily.

I didn't sell anything on Thursday and that added to my stress, depression and what ever else I am feeling. I tell myself it's because my sales are increasing and I have a lot going on. Selling the belt buckles as fast as I list them is a double edged sword, especially with the problem the past week with printing labels with FB.

And the problems at home with J. twice this past week he has packed his bags to leave. It's a progressive insidious disease and I am not coping as I should. I choose to just roll with it, make sure he takes his medication. now I realize he can not go any where alone. He left money at Walmart the other day. The clerk was holding it for us when we returned. He can not find the car in the parking lot. He hallucinates and thinks his ex-wife is lurking about. He wants to go home. 

As I grow older I find I am becoming an extreme introvert. I enjoy being alone with  my books, my writing, my little side business, watching Hemingway on PBS, etc. etc. When you are married being an introvert is impossible especially living with someone who is increasingly needing constant attention.

I need drugs.