Monday, June 1, 2009

Just Get Gas

*Edited to Add: This is Part I, I'll post Part II sometime later today...

Another Lesson PART I

I always like to share helpful lessons that I've learned... and today, I feel it only right to share a lesson that I NEVER seem to get. Oh, I've had a front seat in the "class", and been on the "field trip" SEVERAL times, but I still don't seem to have mastered it.

On Saturday morning, the alarm went off at 6:30. Yes, SATURDAY at 6:30. The worst part of this story? We actually SET IT to go off that early.

I've had several big boxes stacked up in our office for a couple months labeled, "Yard Sale" and on Thursday I decided I had looked at them long enough. Saturday would be the day I'd try to unload my once-treasures on someone else. I called my Mom, who had some boxes of her own that had taken up residence months ago on her backporch, so she agreed Saturday would be the perfect day to set up and get rid of this junk! (I mean once-treasures)...

Friday, after it took me like 10 hours (a slight exaggeration) to upload all of the pictures of Belle's nursery for the "Show us where you live Friday" post, and Annabelle was bathed and in bed, and I FINALLY got motivated, I started to bring the boxes out of the office and get them ready to be loaded into my car. (It was about 10:00 by this point). DW was watching some ballgame on TV and kept a close eye on all the loot I was dragging out... At one point, (during a commercial break of course), he started pilfering through the boxes to see exactly what I was getting rid of. Then he came to the back to tell me that he was going to have a contract drawn up for me to sign that stated I'd start keeping things for longer than 10 minutes. He also had to remind me how the two comforter sets that were up for grabs were "JUST" purchased. I gently reminded him that yes, we did buy those in October of 2007 ("JUST?") and that we had no need for those matching two sets anymore, since the room that once had two guest beds in it is now our baby girl's room....he was thinking of a rebuttle when the ballgame came back on... whew, saved by the end of the commercial break....

I kept hauling out and stacking up. Then, I started looking around the house for other things that needed to go. That's when DW must have heard the hallway closet open because he appeared once again. This time to tell me that I was "NOT selling this shirt"--- (which he was holding in his hand). ...he has a whole section in his closet of old orange and blue shirts that I've tried to get rid of over the years. I'll pull one out and tell him that as long as we've been together, I've NEVER seen him wear it... He'll then tell me that that was his 19-ninety-whatever football season shirt, and Florida beat so-and-so by however many points, and so-and-so made the best throw or catch or some other play, and it rained during the game and they had to buy trashbags from a janitor to use as ponchos and they had so-and-so for lunch before the game, and...(you get the idea) and we can't possibly get rid of that shirt, even if he never wears it again. I get it, sort of. I've even come to accept all those old shirts in the back of his closet, especially since now we both have closets of our own...but this one wasn't a gator shirt, I knew better. It was just an old polo and I had no other choice but to just lay it out there for him--- I said, "HOOOONNNNNEEEYYYYY, (yeah with three syllables), you've had that shirt for a REALLY long time and I'm just telling you it looks bad and it's time for it to go." The shirt had definitely seen its better day and I cringed every time he wore it. He stood there for a minute, and says, "well fine. Get rid of it. But you better get the name and phone number of the person who buys it because you're going to have a hard time getting it back if Kyle Busch starts doing bad because this is my raceday shirt." Oh mercy. Please don't tell me we're going to have a spot in the closet for raceday shirts now, too.....

Back to the lesson. Man, do I ever get side tracked. Of course, I think there is a lesson to be learned it the story thus far, and that is pack up your yard sale stuff when your husband's not home.

Since this post has already turned into a mini-novel and I've got things that need doing while my little darling naps, I'm going to save the "real lesson" for later.

But first, here's a picture from Memorial Day... she was loving the pool...
~amw~

2 comments:

Lemonade Makin' Mama said...

Hi there. I saw your post on the LPM blog today...

I am laughing hysterically right this minute, because I just had a garage sale this past weekend, and my experienec was JUST LIKE YOURS!! My husband even showed up at the sale (located at a friends house) and began heckling me about "why are we selling this?" It was hilarious. He has a tough time with the fact that we may have purchased something for $25.00 but are only selling it many years later, and used for $3.00.

Anyway... love your blog, love your story, and this post... Can I come back!!? (grin)
Blessings,
Sasha

Shell said...

I can really identify with your situation! I will only clean out closets when my husband isn't home because we have the same conversations. He gets so attached to ratty old t-shirts. He always says I just think his old stuff is junk, and I always have to point out to him I am throwing my "junk" away too. Thanks for the laugh.