I am having a garage sale tomorrow morning. And Saturday morning. For eight hours. Each day. (Was I drunk when I submitted that ad at 10 p.m. one night last week???!! Or sleep deprived??!) Truly, we only have enough stuff to last for three hours. I have no shame in closing the door at 12 noon tomorrow... I don't care how many people I piss off, I just want to get rid of some stuff.Lots of it is baby stuff.
So I guess that means I'm not having any more babies.
There is that.
And my first born just attended his first elementary school open house.
So I guess he's no longer a baby.
Not that he has had that title, but ya know... he's now soon to enter the world... without me watching every move. Which even though I haven't always, it sure feels like I have.
So, by Saturday afternoon, I may be so overwhelmed, tired, sick of it and sad about no more babies that I may look like this guy below.
Or at least feel that way.
