File this under: shit I don’t want to do. For a few years anyway. My garage sale was a marginal success. It was a beautiful morning (that came too soon after a beautiful night) and people actually came and bought stuff. That was the purpose of course but I had thought that it would be just the birds and I that early in the morning. I was wrong. Cars lined the street within 5 minutes after 8am, vying to hand over their dollars.
Nikki and I were working until 1am getting everything set. Bacardis may or may not have been involved in our decision to leave a good chunk for morning. Okay they were. All three of them. But there was quite a bit involved in being ready this morning and I’m pleased to report that I got up in time (didn’t sleep well at all) and got it done. So the day was a success. I sold about half of what I put out and the other half will go to Goodwill on Monday. The important thing is that I have smaller stacks of things in my basement storage. I don’t feel like everything could cave in at any moment.
I was feeling pretty sick over getting rid of all the baby stuff. I had all these nightmares about having twins and they had to sleep in my bookcase headboard because I didn’t have anything for them. But much like all the other unpleasant tasks that I have had to endure over the past year (post funeral thank you cards, packing to move, ordering head stone, etc.), I blindly barreled through it. I didn’t think. I tried not to think of all the pleasant, innocent memories of our children in the tiny cotton sleepers, nestled in between us.
My reward? I am booking a hotel room in Minneapolis for Thursday night. I will sleep all night for the first time in years. I will visit my friends and go shopping. I will eat at a restaurant without having to take someone potty or cut their food or carry wet wipes. (Well, I should probably still take wet wipes but that would be for my eating mishaps.)
I know that I have said before that I was tired. But today it’s physical tired. The kind of tired that you get as a kid in a swimming pool all day. That kind-of-sunburnt, played hard/worked hard, freshly showered tired. I have also said before that my house looked like a bomb went off in it. I really mean it this time. I haven’t done anything but garage sale for a week and it shows. My house has never, ever been this messy. And it’s not just messy, it’s actually dirty. And that’s kind of embarassing and I don’t know where to start. All I know is that I’m not starting tonight.