Throat Punch Thursday; THis time its personal

Look closely at the picture, recognize anybody? Yeah, that would be me ( not really) but figuratively I belong right in front of that dang kangaroo's right hook or maybe he's trying to choke me out. I'm not sure but after this week, either way....I deserve it!
Yes, I am awarding, none other than, myself the coveted award.Sorry Ladies, you can't have it this week.  Why, you ask yourself. Well, it has something to do with the fact that its 10 pm and my girls are still up ( bad parenting 101) and a lot more to do with this....

Yes, Ladies, to my disgust and shame that is my garage. Fool that I am , I thought it would be a good idea to participate in the neighborhood garage sale ( you know in the spirit of cleansing and moving forward and not backward..blahblahblah..my new mantra). What an idiot I was. Did I mention I just took the picture and the sale is in the morning at around 8 am. This neighborhood sale is no joke..strictly for professionals. I am totally an amateur at this, to say the least. While in my garage pricing merchandise, I had buyers casing my garage as they walked their dogs through our neighborhood ( yeah, they don't live here). So, that means tomorrow there will be people ready to buy at about 7:55 am and this is the state my garage is in. Nothing is on tables, nothing is hung, I'm stressing out, the kids are running wild.Again, did I mention its almost 11 pm and they are still stirring. I'd better check, don't want to be like the winner of last weeks Worst Mom Ever award . Nope the girls are still in their my bed. ( yeah, that's an entirely different post for another night). Oh well, I will get it together in the morning . I do my best work under stress, its a fact! So, this week I am giving myself a nice long punch directly to the throat, with any luck it will render me unconscious and I will get to bed at a reasonable time and be functional at 6 am when I need have to be up to prep the joint for the  lovely vultures customers. Here's hoping I can raise the money to buy the girls one of those giant inflatable water slide thingys...I've heard those suckers really tucker the kids out. So, you see, it would really be a gift for Mama!That is if Grandma doesn't take them and buy out all the neighbors junk, leaving me no room to house the giant water slide. Grandma likes to replenish me for next years sale. Happy Mothering!