When we started our business The Vermont Spatzle Company, we worked 7 days a week. We worked a lot, but wanted to grow and establish our business. It was hard work, but we had fun and met hundreds of people. We called it sharing the Spatzle love.
We made product on weekdays and did farmer’s markets on Saturdays and Sundays. Most of markets were at least an hour away so that was 2 hours of traveling per market every weekend. Marty did a 500 mile wholesale delivery route for the first 2 years, every other week. We were crazy at one point and were doing 5 markets a week, along with growing our wholesale business.
I love making our product and I like doing markets. The problem was that on Sundays I was tired. We did the Schenectady market which required getting up at before 5 am. Pack up all of our coolers and supplies for the Spatzle booth. Schenectady is about 1 hour and 20 minutes from our place. The market ran from 10-2. By the time we packed up, drove home and unloaded it was almost 4:30 pm. We were exhausted every Sunday night.
The Sunday market was a lot of fun and we had fantastic customers. After 2 years I started getting burned out. I started feeling resentful that everyone I waited on either came from church or breakfast out. They were heading to brunch or a show at Proctors Theatre where the market was held. Some people were going home to watch football or to just watch “Netflix & chill”.š
I realized how much I missed my Sundays. I started hating the market. I wanted to stay home and sip coffee on my front porch, make a big breakfast, make an elaborate Sunday dinner or just sit on the couch in my pj’s. These were’t things that a new business owner got to do. I needed to work and not complain about it.
We decided to take a Sunday off in the late fall. We sipped coffee, ate breakfast, ate dinner, sat on the couch and really enjoyed ourselves. Later in the week, Marty made a suggestion that we discussed at length. “We aren’t getting any younger” he started off saying. I saw how much you enjoyed your Sunday doing all your favorite things. I agreed to both and admitted that I hated working on Sundays, 7 days a week. He felt the same way and did a cost and profit analysis. What was it worth working 7 days a week? How much did it cost and how much did we make?
At the end of our conversation we decided that unless we wanted to burn ourselves out and miss spending time with our family, we needed to take our Sundays back. I was overjoyed at first, then I started to worry about disappointing our customers and what the people at the market thought of us. Were we just being lazy? I had butterflies in my stomach when Marty drafted the letter to the board of the farmers market, telling them we wouldn’t be returning. They understood completely, but were sad and would miss us. I was relieved and would miss everyone for sure.
Sundays are my favorite day again! We aren’t burned out, we are ready to get back into production and start a new week. I love my Sundays and I don’t feel bad or guilty about it anymore. A Sunday kind of love.š„°