By 7:45 am, the heat of the day was already overwhelming me.
As though I was carrying a gorilla on my back, its heaviness pushed me down, making my legs weak. I continued to drag the various pieces into the driveway, yelling at my children the entire time,
“Put that down!”
“Nobody talk to me, I NEED coffee!”
Whose stupid idea was it to have a garage sale anyway? Oh, yeah: Avery. My lovely child, who had already made plans to ditch us and go swimming at the neighbor’s pool.
Chris came over in the morning to help, and was out getting breakfast for the kids at the deli when a few customers came by.
I plastered a smile on my already dampened face. “Let me know if I can help you with anything!”