Well, you warned me. And it was just as you said. LOTS of work, and only some money. But? It was more money than I had when I woke up this morning, so yay for that.
The sale was to start neighborhood wide (which, seriously, was like 50 houses) at 8:00am. At 7:20am there were people wandering around. This normally wouldn’t have been a problem except:
Husband woke up at 3am with a fever and chills.
The dog needed to be at a grooming appointment at 7am.
We still needed to go the store for paper cups, ice and some change because we didn’t finish everything last night.
OldestDaughter wasn’t set to arrive until 8am to keep Benjamin busy.
It’s too early! Jeesh.
We did sell all of our big items — some for good prices, some at fire sale prices because my G-d I don’t want to see this shit any more on my property let alone in my house. I was surprised at some of the things that sold and what didn’t.
The Swimmy’s baby bedding and early big girl bed set? Nope.
The very cheesy faux-ivory, carved statue of a wise man? Yep.
Vintage bar glasses (that are very cool and not just old)? Nope.
Totally beat up baking sheet? You betcha.
Full Pack and Play set including sheets and mobile? Nuh-uh.
Mandy Patinkin CD? WTF?
I will say that the weather was FABULOUS and that Benjamin had a blast running around outside. The Swimmy and our next door neighbor who we all but share a driveway with, set up a lemonade stand and robbed people for a quarter in exchange for a dixie cup full of lemonade.
(The best was her standing in front of the table, on the sidewalk YELLING at the car zooming down the street, “LEMONAAAAAADDDDEEE!” as if they would stop to buy it. She’s gonna make an excellent executive one day.)
On Monday, I’ll let Maria take whatever she wants for her family. I’ve also put some stuff aside for my mother’s housekeeper and she can take whatever she wants as well. After that, Hello, Salvation Army. Come and get it.
I am beginning to think we will never be packed in time to move on Friday. The more I think about it the more I grind my teeth at night. The last thing I need is a visit to a dentist this week. That’s all I’m sayin’.
I’m completely beat and fully expecting The Swimmy to wake up with fever tomorrow or late tonight. If you wouldn’t mind saying some little prayers, lighting a candle, crossing your fingers (and maybe some toes), starting a novina or dancing naked around a bonfire in the desert under the stars to keep everyone well — I’d sure appreciate it.