if you were the mother of 3-year old twins and 7-month old triplets, would you spend their blessed nap times going through all of their outgrown clothing, toys, equipment, etc., organize it all into separate bins, label each item for sale, haul the whole shebang downtown to vets memorial for the annual "mother of twins club" sale, schlep it all from the van into the building, set it all up, go home and feed your kids, come back to the sale a few hours later, with your husband in tow, whose job it is to work the sale while you now shop it - without benefit of shopping cart or anything else (how you carry all of this stuff is your problem) - then go home late at night and collapse - and then come back the next day and tear it all down? and haul back home whatever didn't sell?
and then say, "that was pretty easy."
neither would i.
