A Very Long Day

Starting a 6:30 this morning, my day was spent hauling stuff back and forth to not one, but two flea markets! This is how it went down…

Put stuff in the car. Drive to Oxford Circle. Unload. Organize. Drive home. Load up car. Drive to Oak Lane. Drive home. Repeat process. Go back to Oxford Circle. Frantically load up amidst pouring rain. Groan at wet stuff piled haphazardly in the car. Drive home. Collapse. Change out of wet clothes. Devour pizza. Drag wet stuff out of car. Drive to Oak Lane. Load up. Drive home. Repeat process.

Finished at 6 in the evening. Exhausted.

It could be considered a bad day in many ways. It was a heck of a lot of running around. We got very wet and our stuff got wet. And after all of that time and effort, we made $17.65 at one flea market and $30 at the other one. Was it worth all of the family tensions and fights that resulted throughout the day?

Leave it to Beaver or some such show would conclude this episode with something like: “Well, we are tired and wet and still have a bunch of stuff, but we learned that when we work together as a family we can get stuff done and have fun!” The Arbours aren’t the Cleavers, and it’s not that easy. But we can laugh about it together, and for us that is enough.