I spent a couple of hours on Sunday morning getting stuff together for the big consignment sale that I do twice a year. My goal is to sell enough to cover the cost of what I buy–break even. Like last year, G had been complaining that Carlos didn’t have enough pajamas. I went to Kindermarket and scored 10 pairs of pajamas for $20…shut your mouth.
So while I was working so industriously to make $100 to spend on playclothes? Carlos was in the bathroom working just as industriously…on shoving half a pack of “feminine articles” down the toilet then garnishing it with a floating melange of bathtub toys. I had to dig through a soggy zoo just to get to the fun part. This was about 2 hours before G got back from being gone for a week.
I cried. (which was kind of the theme of the week) I figured the plumber bill would be twice what I might make from the hard work I had been doing that morning.
But I REFUSED to be stopped. I prodded. I plunged. I said a “thank you” for having parents who taught me how to turn off water valves and know the basics of plumbing. I walked away.
G came home and I didn’t even tell him about the clogged toilet. I was determined. I worked on it some more then took a nap (only to be awakened from that nap by the chipmunk that spent the weekend in our house…but that’s another story). I turned off the light at midnight last night and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was thinking about the plumber and the chipmunk wrangler that I would need to hire this week.
This morning, I fixed the toilet. Like so many things, the answer was to give it time. Those were OVERNIGHT maxi pads. They gave up with the dawn.
So tonight I gave my permission to pass on the consignment sale this year. It’s been such a crazy month. I am lucky enough that I can donate these clothes and dress my kids at Target. I can say “not this year.”
Did I stick with that reasonable plan?
Of course not. I just spent another hour pinning and pricing Carlos’ clothes from last winter. Those 10 pairs of pjs are heading right back into the great river of hand-me-downs. I will be spending the earnings from this sale, and the rescued plumber money on something pretty FOR MYSELF. Maybe a chipmunk trap.