Garage sale day or my last big distraction before surgery. Get up early on a Saturday, no problem I do that every week. Purge clothes and toys, needed to do that anyway. Haul two car loads of stuff and the kids over to the location, no problem they love to play with their cousins. Setting up ALL that stuff was when I began to wonder about my decision.
I had Mike drive over with me and unload. After that I sent him on his way and the kids and I took the first shift. It was a rather impressive amount of stuff between all of us. I was hoping to pocket a little money to go in the wedding fund, but mostly I just wanted to get rid of the stuff. Mike gave me some change this morning and said if I made more profit then the $20ish change he gave me he'd be shocked. I sent all kinds of toys and clothes to new homes. I sent all kinds of baby gear off with moms-to-be. I was happier to see it go than to make some money. However, I was thrilled to shock Mike with my take.
At lunch time Mike scooped up the kiddos. They had been well fed by then and were ready to crash. I stayed a few more hours before the waves of customers had slowed to less than a trickle. Then I was thoroughly depressed at the amount of crap I had to load up. I enlisted help to load the car. When I called home Mike remarked on how "beat" I sounded. I realized that he was very right. Although I had a grand plan of going by the clothing donation bin I didn't have the energy.
I came home and took a long nap. When I woke up I had the startling feeling that now there's only surgery to look forward to. Oh, no. What have I left undone? What horrible world shaking mistakes have I made? What consequences will my family suffer in my short absence? I feel completely depressed about my inadequacies and apathetic about things intermittently.
I'll do my best to blog from the hospital, but that didn't work out last time. We'll see.