*Side note here, did you know I used to be caffeine-free? I would only drink Mug root beer. True story.*
I am tempted just to update in on long post, but honestly there are just too many thoughts, emotions and up-and-down events that I think I would leave you feeling a little lost and thinking "She really ought to write screenplays for Fox TV shows, I have no clue how we ended here!"
Where to start?
The yard sale.
I tried to be energetic. I tried to be positive. I tried not to let those who haggled get me down.
But there was very little "upside" to it. I am struggling to see a Silver Lining.
We made $206 dollars.
After all the work, after all the sorting, after making better signs so people would know it was a fundraiser, we made barely enough to make the day worth it.
In the end, the rain showed up 6 hours early and we were rained out.
A friend from Facebook (who I had met in person about 2 years ago, but hadn't seen her since) came by and she and her kids gave the most. It brought us to our final total and made it even to what my husband would have made if he has worked his usual 6 hours on a Saturday morning.
But in reality, we lost about $400. How? By my husband taking the previous weekend off to work on getting things ready for the sale, and several evenings of getting off an hour earlier than normal to load things up or unload them.
It left us depleted physically, emotionally, and our yard full of unsold items that we couldn't possibly fit in our garage. We tried to keep them dry. I did 10 loads of laundry, and dried even more if they were just a little wet. My older sister had come to help Saturday, and helped me sort the clothes. She took 2 contractor bags of items to be consigned, and I took a Suburban full to Goodwill. I still have a good-size load to take to the Crisis Pregnancy Center at some point.
We did a curb alert, and maybe a third of the items were taken. We finally were able to get it off the lawn last Saturday. My garage is once again stuffed full.
We won't do it again. We are going to try to sell a few things on Craigslist or Ebay, but so much of it isn't really worth it.
I feel like my 4-Prong approach is turning into more of a fork (for eating consolation cake) rather than a Pitchfork.
I am really not sure what my take-away from this experience should be. I have some thoughts rolling around in my head, but really, I don't want them. I don't want the negativity. This wasn't a pleasant, enjoyable or profitable experience. Those are facts. We came out on the short end of this one, as we feel that we gave away a lot more than was sold. But it is what it is (I say that a lot lately) and I can't change that. I think disappointment is just another step in this adoption journey. I don't think this or anything else is a sign one way or another. God never promised "easy." Christ most certainly didn't have it easy.
Oh, and Monday when my two darling Littles came home, I also picked up my friend's three children (Ages 7, almost 3 and 1 yr) to keep for 9 DAYS and 8 NIGHTS. More on that next post.