Looking back, I guess there might be a good explanation for this.
First, there was the garage sale. For reasons not entirely clear to me, I decided to have my get-rid-of-as-much-as-possible-before-moving garage sale the first weekend of June. This coincided nicely with the last week of school and Pink P's dance recital. Being new to the whole dance-mom thing, it never occurred to me that I'd spend three nights the last week of school sitting in the auditorium trying to keep a preschooler occupied while we waited.
|You know what keeps little girls quiet? Minnie Mouse on the iPhone.|
The garage sale started early the morning after the dance recital, so I stayed up until 2 a.m. getting ready for it and then spent about 10 hours each day that weekend manning the sale. Fortunately, Big Sissy came down to help. Turns out she may have missed her calling as a retail associate. That girl could sell you a box of old receipts if she wanted to. In the end, we sold about 80% of the stuff we wanted to get out of our lives. Though we did have a couple of unfortunate hangers-on. Does anyone want an old computer monitor that weighs approximately 6 tons or queen-size box springs? They're free! All you have to do is come pick them up.
|Shhh, don't tell Ren I sold his spice rack. You know, the one he never used that took up valuable counter space.|
|Nothing like a garage sale to help you realize you may need to learn to let go sooner next time.|
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