We were supposed to have a yard sale this weekend. It has been on the calendar for the past month, maybe longer. Evidently the weather gods decided that after 10 days of beautiful sunny above normal temperatures, it is going to be cold and wet and windy this weekend. John came home early today and right away said maybe it wasn't a good idea and pretty much said we needed to reschedule it. Done deal, wasn't going to happen.
Okay fine.
Except it wasn't.
I am mad. I am irritated. I am frustrated. I am pissed. I want to slam doors. I want to throw things. I want this shit out of my house! Over the top response to having to change plans? Maybe. Probably. Do I care? Not really.
Why am I so over the top angry about having to cancel this yard sale? Because it is not about the yard sale. It never really was or is. It is about me waking up this morning and getting ready and having the energy to actually be productive today, which frankly, doesn't happen very often any more, and then all of the energy and motivation hitting a brick wall. It is about the time and energy that I put in to pulling things out and pricing them, the mental planning of where to put signs, how to set up the tables, the idea that I can still do something I used to really enjoy doing. It is about the fact that for the past 3+ years we have accumulated so much stuff in the hopes of reselling it through the antique stores, online, etc. that I am tired of it and I want it gone. G.O.N.E. GONE! It is the fact that we are supposed to go on a vacation to the beach in a month and I am scared that we aren't going to be able to afford it. It is the fact that we are broke. Like have to pick which utilities to pay each month broke and this was supposed to be my way of helping with that and just maybe having a little bit of mad money.
So now what? I already rage cleaned the kitchen. Put some of the stuff back in the back room. Looking at it just makes me seethe.
John is frustrated with me and I get why, because he doesn't understand that it is so not about the yard sale, because it's not Just a yard sale.
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