3am...

go on, call me 'mad'.

my alarm sounded this morning at 3am. i rose quietly, dressed & drove alone to a local shopping centre's car park, to join four other cars in a queue... a queue to sell at that morning's swap meet. i am beginning to wonder if i am mad? didn't i say after the last swap meet, 'never again!'?

i dozed.

i woke just after 5am, to the sounds of vehicles moving. !pushing in! i was filled with that special kind of queasiness reserved for those moments on just.waking.up, when one needs to be on.the.ball. so, seconds after waking, i started my car, slammed on the horn, and pushed my way back into my rightful place!

for some reason, the usual organisers of today's swap meet did not appear... so, a renegade swap meet was had. we were rebels! no fees for selling, no fees for entry - bonus! i spread my wares o-u-t!

just after 515am. with my stall beginning to take shape, i heard 'hi mummy!' before me stood max, bright eyed and wearing his pyjamas & a beanie... and aaron, appearing stressed & exhausted... and cleo, snug in her pram, beaming at me - she had apparently cried on/off since i left the house, a whole two hours earlier... she must've sensed my absence? super-sonic sense of smell, perhaps?!

so... cleo was now in my care... tricky! yet still, i somehow managed to sell a HUGE amount of 'stuff', and amazingly, despite the most expensive item costing $5, i made.... over $300!!! hoorah!