So this week hasn’t been very kind to me.
The yard sale is in nine hours and I am not ready. I had roughly half a room left I still had yet to clean and go through. Part of the reason I didn’t finish is because I had two really messed up days that…I’m not even going to go there. One of which I can’t be angry or upset over because it was a… Not an emergency, but a sudden happening that I had no control over.
Here’s what happened.
I wrote Tuesday’s blog post after midnight and before I went to bed and work the next day. After that shift I was supposed to have off the rest of the week for riding and to be ready for this thing. Well, not far into my shift I got asked if I could work Friday even though I had wanted off because one of our managers had a death in the family and needed the time off.
(The scary, ironic part is I had been talking to said manager just last week about should anything ever happen, we had their back and would not hesitate to pick up their shifts for them.)
Of course then I said yes immediately. I’m not that cold-hearted. The good part about the shift was I would be getting off early in the afternoon, right after lunch and would still have the whole day to clean. The bad part about the shift was it started at 5am.
(I can’t complain about picking up the hours though since I lost my Sunday shift to said manager actually since I was scheduled to work a day I was on vacation by accident. So at least she got some hours before this tragedy hit, and I gained back the day I lost.)
Anyways! I did not sleep Thursday night into that shift. I had barely slept Wednesday as well. So by noon today I was dead on my feet. Which meant by the time I got home, I ate, and pretty much half napped, half just laid in bed for an hour and a half. I shouldn’t have tried to nap, it only made things worse for me for I couldn’t wake up after and I just felt sluggish. A shower finally seemed to help that, as is the coffee I’m drinking now.
However, I hadn’t started cleaning until late because of that shift and having to go set up where I’m holding this yard sale, and because of how exhausted I was.
But Friday wasn’t my only screwed up day.
Thursday was no better, but I’m not going to go into that one.
Now I’m running on an hour and a half sort of nap and a coffee to try to be ready for tomorrow. When I have to be up in 6 hours again and there’s still too much to do. I think I’m going to be lucky if I get a few hours of sleep tonight, and then it’ll be back for another large coffee in the morning to keep me going.
Part of my stress and worry is I have no idea how I’m pricing anything, and I have a ton of crap I need to get sorted and set up before we open the doors. And the fact I never finished cleaning like I wished (though it’s not all my fault, part of it is uncooperative household members in my way). Then there’s also the fact I haven’t written a single word on my novel so far this week…
Honestly, I’ll just be glad when tomorrow is over so this no longer hangs over my head and I get everything sorted out and gone to Goodwill or wherever if it doesn’t sell. I’m praying this is a success because I’m out of other ideas.
I know I can still clean out and go through things in the spare room after this. I think I’ve gotten most of what is sellable. If there’s some I missed, well… Don’t know what to do about it then. Maybe I can finally breathe after tomorrow is over at least.
All I know for sure is I’m damn glad I’m off Sunday so I can just crash tomorrow night and sleep as late as I need. Perhaps for a whole day at this point.