I spent yesterday, a couple hours anyway, packing up the remainders after an estate sale. said remainders were donated to my yard sale. The yard sale is to benefit my son's best friend Matt who was badly burned (http://hopeformatt.blogspot.com) in the hopes of raising money to help with the medical bills which currently stand at $80,000 and this is just the beginning.
We had a bunch of stuff that was donated earlier sitting in our den. We had to sort it and repack it in boxes that would close. This took us 4 hours to do. Box of Christmas stuff, craft stuff, clothes, shoes, toys etc. We have loads of stuff for the yard sale, I just hope it all sells (or at least most of it).
Tomorrow I have to hopefully finish packing the estate sale house up. I don't know where I'm going to get the strength to do it. Today was supposed to be a rest day in preparation for tomorrow. With a broken pelvis, nerve damage, and a bad lower back I have to be careful and space out doing things like this. Instead DH wanted to sort the stuff in the den. I realize he didn't think it would be so much work, but I knew it would be. I don't blame him, nor am I upset with him because I knew it needed to be done. I also knew that doing this would hurt me quite a bit. But now I am worried that I won't be able to finish packing up that house tomorrow and after how nasty the lady was about it yesterday, I want to get it all done tomorrow and not have to come back again.
I'm stuck in bed and probably will be most of the week after finishing tomorrow, if I can.