so i'm over at my mom's house because i promised my sister i would help her with her garage sale. several things are already inherently wrong with that statement: namely, "sister" and "help". basically, she didn't come home from work until 6:30 in the evening and then proceeded to empty out her closet of all her clothes. so yeah. she wasn't even *close* to being ready for this thing. and we'd planned it for three weeks. and if you think that's not such a big deal...
yep. that's the fallout from all the purging we did of her closet. and that's not even all the hangers. imagine the piles we had.
still, you might be thinking, gentle reader, that this shouldn't have taken so long, much less warrant a post subject title like the one above.
but wait! there's more.
so we cleaned out her closet. it's now 8-ish pm and the kids are ready for bed. it's their normal bed time. but uncle mark has decided that i needed to do an interview with this financial planner guy. basically, mark is apprenticing with this company and this was his "training". initially, when he pitched the idea to me, i thought he would be giving me this spiel, and informally at that. but, no! at 9pm, this man in a suit comes and proceeds to give me this soft sell about either a. investing in this company and/or b. working for this company in some pyramid-ish, ponzi-like scheme thing.
by the time he was done, it was 10. my kids are shattered. and my mom has no good cable channels or fast wi fi so they're tired and bored. to give them credit, they're not whiny or cranky, but i'm feeling guilty as hell. i dismiss the man as politely as i could and hurry the kids to bed.
then the fun begins.
i brought my normal sleeping clothes - flannel monkey pjs coz we all know my hubby keeps our house at freezing arctic temperatures - but i forgot that my mom loves to conserve energy and money so she has her temp set at 80. EIGHTY FRICKIN' DEGREES, PEOPLE! and i have flannel pajamas! and i'm sleeping in a bed next to dutch oven aly.
I CAN'T FRICKIN' SLEEP LIKE THIS!
aly also grinds her teeth. argh!!!!
but that's not the end of it. guess who's up with me? dylan. he's a bit homesick. and he's been getting up every 30 minutes or so - bathroom, water, etc. - so just when i think i can fall into a dozy, exhausted, sweaty sleep, dylan wakes me up and we start the process all over again.
finally, i just get up and decide that it's much cooler in the living room anyway and so, here i am. blogging at the butt crack of dawn, knowing i have to get up in less than 5 hours to set up for this blasted garage sale that's probably not even gonna pan out or earn us any money worth this hell because we're so disorganized.
i need coffee. and i would just get up and grab some starbucks or even 24-hour mcdonalds crap but i don't have the code to the alarm and am trapped here.
and dylan is eating pepperoni pizza, reading over my shoulder.
i am in the seventh ring of hell.
and this was supposed to be a fun, cheery post about our camping trip.
oh, well. better luck next time...
p.s. did i mention that earlier today - or yesterday now, i guess - i had already spent a long, hot, gross day knee deep in algae cleaning our inflatable pool? FML.
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