I’ve had a rather busy but interesting week. I think that today was a typical example of the emotional ebbs and flows of the week.
After waking up at 5am (this is not an easy task for me) to get ready for the garage sale at my parent’s house. I brought a ton of clothes and large baby items to my parent’s community garage sale. I had two goals, to make a little money and to get rid of the items. I accomplished neither (except for the gentleman who showed up after I left and offered to take all of the clothes for $70. Mom said he was probably going to take them to the flea market to sell them, but at least my kind parents didn’t have to pack them up and haul them someone. That was worth the sale right there.). Hardly any one showed up to the sale. Come to find out from a neighbor the home owners assoc. didn’t advertise the garage sale. I guess I should be thankful for the few people that did come. I had promised Chris that I wouldn’t bring anything home. He graciously compromised with me and agreed to allow me to bring home the high dollar items (changing table, double stroller, single stroller, swing and the other baby equipment) and save them for the spring garage sale. I hate that I spent so much time this week labeling and organizing all of the clothes, but I’ve had my time with them and it is time for someone else to use them. I’m glad that the clothes aren’t coming back. In the end, I enjoyed getting to hang out with my folks for the morning (although Dad wasn’t happy that the grandkids didn’t come with me).
The other note to the morning were the mosquitos. It has been a long time when I have been swarmed by mosquitos. You know. Where you are covered with hundreds and they are every where. I couldn’t stop walking this morning around the table because if I stood still too long they would land on you and take a taste. I left the doors to my car open while I unloaded the night before and when I climbed back in there were a thousand mosquitos in my car. It was terrible. I couldn’t even open my mouth to yawn or cough because I was scared that some would fly in my mouth. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. When I was a kid waiting for the bus in August/September, it was the same way. You couldn’t stand or sit still because the little buggies would land on you and eat you alive. You had to constantly walk around. Luckily Dad had a very cool propane fogger and he sprayed all around the house. Good thing that the kids didn’t come. It would have stunted their growth with all of the chemicals. But I would rather have the chemicals than the mosquitos.
I had to leave early to get back to Conroe for a Girl Scout trip to camp for Love, Hug, and Groom. Mom graciously sent me down the road with lunch. No sooner did I take a bite of the cheetos than I broke my newest crown. Yep. I broke the crown. I am so busy I don’t have time for the dentist, but yet I have to go. Great.
So the morning stunk. Then I get home to find the children happy and playing with friends. Only to find out that it is time to go so we can get to the camp by 2:15 and no one has had lunch. Chris says, “No one told me that they were hungry.” Seriously.
But then the world turned better. We got to camp. Ainsley had a really good time with the horses. I had a good time hanging out with her and the other girls. Then we headed home. Only to find out that Chris still didn’t feed the kids lunch, but Madie was able to fend for herself. Lucky Madie. Poor Ben. Although Daddy did have a really cool tv show on and Ben seemed well occupied with it, so I’m sure he didn’t express to Chris that he was hungry. But Chris did make dinner. A really good chicken on the grill. It was tasty, and I didn’t have to cook it. Now everyone is tucked in and I still have the whole house to clean up. The house went quickly down hill after I left on Friday, but the culprits (including Dad) are all asleep. So I guess I will have to be the midnight fairy and get it all down before the angels all wake up in the morning.
p.s. My parents truly are the heroes of the day. They let me invade their garage sale. They let me leave early. They let me raid their kitchen for food. They cleaned up after me when I left early. Wow. After typing that I realize that I am creating another generation of people like me. I better get to fixing the issue with my kids or I’m going to have children who in their 30s come back to invade my house, eat my food, and make me clean up after them. Sorry Mom and Dad!!
