It’s finally over. The ASCS A.C.T.I.O.N. is finally over, and there is not one ounce of me (and I have lots and lots of ounces) that is sad or disappointed or wishing there was just one more week of it. Nope, I’m done. And I’m 100% sure that I won’t host another action auction again.
I’m physically and mentally exhausted. My family misses me. My house is a ridiculous mess and my family has nothing to wear. It’s all in laundry baskets in my closet…eww.
Over the past 5 months, my car has (mostly) looked like this:
What’s that on the seat and the floor? I THINK maybe popcorn. Maybe Pop’d Kerns. Probably a chicken nugget or two. Most definitely a lunch bag from 2 days prior. It’s been bad.
The kids’ rooms? Get ready.
My kids are old enough to clean their own rooms, I know, but it’s overwhelming to them to see such a mess and clean it all up alone. I get that.
I wore this out of the house more than once:
That’s a shirt with a permanent black spot on the front. I didn’t even care. I had bigger fish to fry.
I purchased this selection of fine goods at the store one day:
That is cotton candy sugar and a twix. I ate the twix in .4 seconds.
This plate of cinnamon rolls?:
From a tube. A refrigerated tube of cinnamon roll dough. There was a time, roughly 5 months ago, that I would put forth the effort to make homemade cinnamon rolls.
And because of all that, I’m so happy the auction is over. I’m ready for more of this:
Snuggling my babies. Asking them how their day was and actually listening and hearing them instead of having my mind be elsewhere. I’m ready for actual meals and the kids having fun lunches. I want time to read what I want to read instead of books about auctions and lists of silent items vs. live.
There’s no way that I would have gotten through it without my parents and my friends, this is for sure. My parents busted their you-know-whats to help me. My dad reached out to friends for their support, and they pulled through. My mom listened to me every time my stress showed its face through anxiety and thinking I was dying. She assured me I wasn’t. She worked hours with me preparing and, after, getting thank-yous put together. They both rock.
Cenone and Hailey and Tara and Megan got probably 10 million texts EACH about this auction. And every reaction was exactly what I needed. They laughed, were pissed, were excited or came through with a donation whenever I needed them to. They rock, also.
Last night was a huge success. Before expenses, we hit over $80,000 which is incredible for our fundraiser. The atmosphere was exactly what I had pictured in my head from the beginning, with the tiny budget we had. Red and white everywhere, flags, stripes and polka dots. And there were TONS of people.
I had so many friends who came, it was ridiculously awesome. Amber and John, Sara and Brooke, Mark and Brandi, Cenone and Andy, Hailey and Sadie, Tara and Christian (who is really Danny’s bff, but whatev), Ellen and Joel, the whole Rudolph clan, Megan and Natalie, Liz, Paul and Anthony…it was so great. I can say, without reservation, that I have some of the best friends ever.
They pose for pictures like this:
Because they rock. They bid on stuff and buy stuff that I know they don’t really want, but they’re so awesome that they’ll do it for me.
I’ll return the favor some day.