So we had a lot of potential plans we were mulling over for this past Memorial weekend — Wine Camp, visiting family in Nevada City, visiting friends in Seattle — but we decided to vacation at home, in San Francisco. Our new sofa was arriving, (!!! Yes, post about that coming soon!!!) and the idea of a chill weekend at home, lounging on our sofa and having fun in our city as a family for three whole days sounded perfect. It sounded like the exact thing we needed to rest and rejuvenate. Great idea, right?

But then there was Valleyschwag. With the mentions on BoingBoing and TechCrunch after April’s shipment went out, our subscriptions shot from 60 up to about 1600 and overnight we started a full-blown fulfillment business. So we hired a bunch of smart friends to help us out — from customer service, to schwag procurement to packing and shipping. Even so, the amount of work to be done required both Thor and Jonathan to spend all days Saturday and Sunday at the office helping to get these packages out to our eager customers. (Here’s a sneak peak at the behind the scenes operations.)

Now I’m not really complaining — afterall, this is pretty exciting and mostly fun. And I guess Valleyschwag didn’t really heist my weekend, but rather Thor’s weekend — though since it was supposed to be a family weekend it’s all really semantics. However, I did learn one valuable lesson. If you own your own business AND your husband is a workaholic AND you want a vacation — GO OUT OF TOWN.