This was mostly a sucky weekend. We were going to have a yard sale Saturday, but there were supposed to be thunderstorms all day long so we canceled it, and then it didn't rain.
The stuff really had to be out of the way for the sheetrock crew coming this week, so we had a yard sale on Sunday instead, since it wasn't supposed to rain. But it DID rain: just little bursts of it now and then, just enough to make things damp and unappealing. We made seven dollars in three hours, and at that point we just put out a big "free" sign and gave up on the whole thing. That was the utter suck---although we DID still get a ton of stuff out of our house, which was good.
One of the things we cleared out, though, was the exersaucer, and that made me sad: we bought that when Rob was a little baby, so it's been in many a baby picture.
I said to Paul, "But if we have another baby, we'll just have to buy a new exersaucer." And he said, "I'm willing to take that chance," in a tone that communicated he felt it was a very low risk indeed. So THAT was suck.
Plus, this morning I was startled awake early by a loud cheeping alarm sound in the kitchen, which I couldn't locate. Until I realized it was coming from a bird, which one of our cats had in his mouth. I've never had to handle that situation before. I didn't know what to do. I'm pretty sure I picked the wrong way, but I'm pretty sure ALL the ways were wrong ways, because all of them involved the bird dying. I felt sorry that we owned and petted a cat.
And then all weekend the two older boys were SO GIDDY, and Edward has started this screaming thing where he screams whenever he's even slightly unhappy, frustrated, or thwarted, or if any of his siblings argue with him. And Henry is obviously and tactlessly preferring Paul, which on one hand I love ("Oh, he wants YOU! Guess I'll have to hand him over and go read some blogs!"), but on the other hand I don't.
And then Paul accidentally spilled my fruit fly trap (i.e., rotten fruit and apple cider vinegar---thanks to Twitter peeps who gave me the recipe when I shrieked about having fruit flies) down in the crack between the counter and the fridge.
But then I got the news that I'm going to be an aunt. I mean, clearly the real news here is that my sister-in-law Anna is going to be a mother and my brother Erik is going to be a father. But still! Aunthood for me!
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