Garage sale

Oh boy. It’s already been a big day and it’s  only 3pm. I think I’ve discovered that having a garage sale seems like a good idea but is actually more work than is worth it.

I’ve been up since 4:45am after not getting to sleep until midnight with my cranky bubba. Hubs did an amazing job last night getting downstairs ready for go time but there was still a lot of setting up and pricing to do this morning.

Thanks to the beautiful Kate for flying up here and watching the kids for me!

We had someone parked outside our house from 5.45am waiting for us to “open” (supposed to be at 7am) but once 6.15am came around they were at the gate, asking to come in.

It’s just part of having a garage sale. Unless you have big doors you can lock and ignore people behind, you have to accept that people will come early. So I let them in and people just keep turning up.

I’d say we had 70% of our business done by 7.30. I got rid of a few big things and a few small things but there’s still a lot of stuff. So off it goes to Vinnies!

The biggest surprise seller of the day were the mangos! We had a box of them sitting there and people kept asking how much they were so I was selling the big ones for $1.50 each and the small ones $1 each. Ha!

Anyway everyone seems to be having a nap and I’m going to join them.

The moral of the story? STOP BUYING SO MUCH STUFF!!!!!


I’m here

Where you ask? In the “oh my gosh this sucks” stage of packing.

I remember it well in Wangaratta, a little bit in Townsville, (more here) and I avoided it entirely in Mount Isa as we got packers in. Which was awesome.

But here I am. I have a sad bubba  (virus? Teeth? Nothing??) And am surrounded by boxes and memories and a looming garage sale on tomorrow from 7am.

And I’m just so done.

The wonderful Kate arrives tonight to do some serious baby cuddling for the weekend and then will drive to Brisbane with me and Darby and Julius on Monday.

So much going on between now and then. I know I’ll get there but right now, I have no idea how.

Final fit mum’s

So hard to say goodbye today! Thanks for the memories! And toned arms! 😉

Michelle and I started around the same time when our boys (Darby) were 6 months old. We’ve since had another baby each and always came back. Best boxing partner! Thanks Michelle ❤

Ben, the best trainer around. He can kid wrangle, carry babies, all while making sure we’re working hard. Thanks for everything!

I got to choose the workout today. We did a chipper in groups of three  then a boxing tabata. So awesome. (The boxing workout has been mostly rubbed it by the kids!)

You all know how much this group has meant to me – I bang on about it all the time. Keep working hard ladies. Keep having those beautiful babies. And think of me when “Boom shake the room” comes on. Love you all xxx

Another day another 10 boxes

Gosh it’s hard to downsize.

I think if Oprah came and pulled out all our belongings in our house and placed them out on tables I would be quite shocked. But I don’t think we have a ridiculous amount of stuff.

Others would disagree.

Did you know that the average household contains 300,000 items? Hubs told me that. I don’t know where he got his figure from and I didn’t fact check him so it could be completely made up. But can you imagine that??

I mean I have about 200 rubber bands. Does that count as 200 items? And what about my Bobby pin collection?

It’s like saying that the Thermomix comes with a recipe book with hundreds of recipes. But 72 of them are just different types of risotto.

Sorry. Had to be done.

Anyway we are doing our best. We are taking photos of things we can’t decide on. It’s helping.

Chance and Quinn went to Brisbane with mum and dad today. They have arrived safe and sound and I’m falling asleep.

See you tomorrow for more boxing.

Chipping away

Dammit. I just realised a missed my “10 things on the 10th” for December. In fairness I did do one on the 1st of December. It might have to do.

I think if I only had two days and all the packing supplies, I could pack the house up in that time. The thing is I know I have another 5 days, and I’ll probably use that whole time.

I’m loving putting things aside for the garage sale. It’s going to be more work but I think I’m being more ruthless with our stuff which means fewer things to pack!

To be honest, packing up the house is only causing about 50% of my stress at the moment. The rest of it revolves around renting this house out and finding one to live in and all the paperwork that entails!

Not that you can tell I’m stressed. Dad commented on how calm I seemed considering the upcoming move. And I guess I am calm. Either that or I’m too damn tired to be stressed.

Either way more boxes have been packed and tomorrow the kids will head to Brisbane with Gran and Grumpy. And you know what I’ll be doing?

Nope! More packing…

Day 1

Today was huge.

It started with a bit of a hangover, but more from sleep depravation than anything else. The fridge iced over last night so I had to defrost it (good as new!) Thankfully mum had already emptied it out into various eskis and the downstairs fridge.

The I had to take Jules for his 6 month needles. He wasn’t too fussed thankfully.

In fairness that photo was taken before the jabs but whatever.

Mum and Dad and kids are sticking around for a couple more days which is great for me! More uninterrupted packing time! Woooooohooooooo. I’m so lucky.

Anyway, I came home, had a coffee, and it was time to pack the first box. That one is often the hardest. A day and probably 20 boxes later, I’ve made an unnoticeable dent. But most is the stuff I packed did come out of cupboards.

I’ve (perhaps foolishly) decided to have a garage sale this Saturday to at least try and get a bit of cash for our worldly possessions.

I have a to do list a mile long, including “find house in Toowoomba to live in” but we will get there.

One cute photo at a time.

Jules’ baptism

Just all the feels today! Our last official event at our place before packing week commences tomorrow.

My gorgeous little man of the moment was an absolute angel.


With the beautiful Hayley, his fairy Godmother 😉

And with Gran and Grumpy and below with Ouma.

I’m honestly so exhausted and have just had the best couple of weeks.

The thought of starting to pack tomorrow kind of sucks but it has to be done. I’m glad I’ve got some wonderful memories of this time to cherish.

Call of the night

I’m out with the fit mum’s crew.

I may have bought a new dress.

I’m looking at one if the fit mum’s on the d-floor with pockets.

I say “I wish I had pockets!”

I feel around my new dress as I’m saying that and find pockets.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got pockets!”

Best night. Thanks ladies.