Garage sale plans have changed again, thanks to the magniferous ginormity of a mountain that accumulated in my lessification project.
My dear Mother-in-law is still hosting the garage sale I was about to invade, but when we discussed details today such as space and time and the meaning of life, it was determined that it would be easier on everyone if I just set up in our garage.
And so, folks, I'm having another garage sale. Solo. Eli is on overnights, so he will be sleeping while all this craziness is going on and won't be able to help with the boys. We're loaded up on frozen pizzas, Hot Pockets, and hot dogs, and I've aired out the kennels (kidding!) But seriously, I was getting incredibly overwhelmed this weekend with the thought of it all. It took me all of Saturday afternoon to price one tote of clothes (including an average amount of interruptions). I sat here, calculating as close as possible the numbers of hours it actually took, the size of the pile visually divided by tote, estimated number of totes in pile multiplied by those hours--and how many hours until Thursday? If that isn't the most screwed up math problem you've ever heard.... What if I don't have enough hours to get it all ready? What if it's not good enough? I almost forgot we have two appointments to make it to tomorrow afternoon!
On top of those concerns, the house has been in a constant state of chaos while I unearthed all these things to sell. Tuesday a nurse is coming to help Eli learn how to administer a new medication for his psoriasis. I hope she doesn't think we're hoarders. I almost can't breathe through the fit of anxiety-induced laughter that thought provokes!
Therefore, when this showed up on my Pinterest feed this afternoon, it gave me an amazing sense of peace about everything. Of all the doctors of the Church, St. Francis de Sales has most often spoken to my heart.
It is what it is. Some things will be priced and set out on tables, what I don't get done will be set out in totes or wherever and I'll wing it. As a person who functions best with well-laid out plans, lists, and plenty of time to accustom myself to the thought of so much socializing, "winging it" is pretty close to being on my list of dirty words.
For those of you who need boys clothes in sizes 0-12 and know where I live, feel free to stop by 9-5 Thursday and Friday, or Saturday morning. There will be a lot of other miscellaneous items such as books, games, crib mattress, Pack 'n' Play portable crib/playpen, booster seat, blankets, baskets, vintage brown-drip soup pots with handles, a breadmaker, mini-Crockpot, skis, coats, and adult clothes. I'll be here.
Say a Hail Mary for me, guys.
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