The highly anticipated family garage sale was this weekend. I suppose you could say that it ran smoothly without any problems, but that’s not really my area of expertise. It was my first garage sale ever. We hauled all of our junk onto my mother-in-law’s driveway, then people came and looked through it. I’d say we sold about half of it. Then we bagged the rest of it up and sent it of to the nearest goodwill-type donation center. We sent an entire truck-bed full of clothes, bags, and shoes.

The spirit of the garage sale is catching, though. Even though I did make it home with a few items that I gleaned from my family members’ piles, I was still in a ‘toss it’ mood by the time Zack and I got back to the house. Paula was pitching a set of Tupperware containers that I snagged, so I had no choice but to immediately start cleaning out my sewing closet. I found a whole stack of empty boxes in there. I found piles of stuff that we hadn’t touched in 3 years. I threw all of these useless things into our bedroom and then politely told Zack that I would appreciate his help in removing the trash. He looked up to see I was doing and he rolled his eyes. I couldn’t help it though. I’d caught the Garage Sale Fever. I had no choice.

Zack complied as long as he could, but eventually had to put a stop to the cleaning madness. He came back inside after removing my massive piles of junk and said, “That’s all you can do right now, Sarah. We don’t have any more room in the trash cans outside. You’re going to have to limit yourself to crazy-cleaning one room per week. You think you can handle that?”

I guess I can, for now. Just don’t tell him that I’ve been doing research on when our neighborhood has the MASSIVE TRASH PICKUP each month. It’s about to get REALLY REAL, Y’ALL.