Then I woke up Saturday morning and was going to have my yard sale again but, I knew that they needed help at the condos. They had a crap ton of rooms to turn around and needed some extra hands. So, being the great person that I am, decided to help out....and take Tristan with me. I hate going into work there. It isn't worth it. I don't need it. It is irritating. So, I went and the new girls there were talking crap about my mother. So, I went and told her that she needed to stop being annoying or whatever. Then I went back to another room and was cleaning all by myself. Next thing I know there was some kind of "team meeting" in room 9. I ran to room nine. My mom is there with the girls asking what she can do differently. then they all turn on me and say they have been doing fine all week and I was the problem! WTF!?!? I WAS THERE TO HELP THEM!! In a completely different room all by myself I might add. I told them all if they wanted to do the rooms themselves then they could. I also said a few other things I will not be posting to my blog. :) Tristan and I left and went home. It's gonna take a lot for me to want to help them out ever again.
When we got home it was too late to start our yard sale, I didn't have it all ready anyway. Dumb. I was also realizing just how long it is going to take to get this house all painted and trimmed, and cabinets fixed, etc. etc. until we can show the house. It is daunting and overwhelming. We started loading kids up to go to Grandma's so we could finish up the painting we had already started.
When we got to Nauvoo, we drove past the house that we were going to put an offer in on and it was flipping SOLD! FML! For real, I was in a bad mood. And it just kept getting worse. Ever feel like the world is out to get you!?!? Anyway, we left and got home to do some plaster repairs and realized that it was a much bigger task than we thought. It took forever to dry. And I was wallowing in my misery....in a giant funk. Anyway, we did a third coat on Asher and Tristan's walls....except the one with the plaster and then ran out of paint. Crap a dog!

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