Good Times

So tired.

Princess popped over to the grumparents house after she and her daddy picked me up from the train yesterday. Grumpa doesn't go in until later on Thursdays, so Wednesday is a good day for sleepovers -- he can stay up later than normal and watch The Princess Show.

While BabySnakes was hanging with the g's, Mommy and Daddy got crackin' on the garage sale prep. After about two and a half hours of hauling the contents of our basement up to the garage last night, we had both had it. The basement was a mess. The garage was a mess. The smell emanating from my armpits was impressively offensive. Even to me. You know how you can sometimes go without noticing a smell that's coming from you? Yeah, I was way beyond that.

Took a shower and went to bed.

I woke up this morning feeling vaguely as though I'd been dropped off a cliff into a dump truck full of porcupines, just before that dump truck was smashed by a steam roller. Good times.

Dragging my butt out the door before 6:00 am just felt wrong. But there was no choice. I went in to the office and rotted for a few hours before I could finally run away at lunch time to pick The Princess up and come home for her afternoon therapy session with Julie.

I was feeling pretty good on the way home. No better way to cheer up than the prospect of seeing your kiddo after a day away from her. :)

As I pulled into the driveway at the Grumparents' house, I noticed The Princess and Grumma down the street by the pond. I walked down to join them and The Princess let me know in no uncertain terms that she did not want to be captured. The kid had been granted freedom (grumparents love to be doormats, you know!), and she wasn't giving it up without a fight.

Sleepy girl hadn't taken a nap...not good on Julie afternoons. I was convinced she was going to fall asleep on the way home, but I was worried for nothing. She stayed bright-eyed the whole time, though she did crank at Julie for a while anyway. Could be worse. Hell, has been worse. Many times.

I finished work just about the same time Julie left, and by this point The Hubbs was exhausted. He had spent the entire day organizing the garage and bringing more things up from the basement. The boy deserves some credit...he busted his hump and did a great job.

Seeing as how the poor guy hadn't had a break all day, I decided to run the few errands we needed to get out of the way before the grand opening of Aisles and Piles. So I ran to the bank for change-ola, Aldi for soda, dollar store, Target, Sears and Wal Mart looking for flag banners (no one in town has them...wtf?) and garage sale signs (Wal Mart was the only place with these...found this odd as well). Picked up a few bags of ice and I was on my way home.

After I got back I filled out the signs and put them up at the intersections. Started getting warm. Filled the cooler with soda, water and ice. Dripped sweat profusely. Priced everything in the garage. Hubby closed up the house and turned on the AC. Watered a few plants and picked tomatoes. Came inside to nice, comfy, air-conditioned house.

Time for sleep. Not gonna make it.

And the fun hasn't even started yet!!