Since Lauren and Whitney were born, I'd been wanting to join a multiples club. I hadn't really found any that met frequently and/or had much to offer. A fellow twin mom told me about the West Chester Mothers of Twins and More Club. West Chester isn't close to me, in fact, it's about 40 minutes away. But I knew that Jennifer wouldn't steer me wrong (when you meet a mother of multiples, there's an instant friendship), and I'd been to their tag sales before.

The WCMoTaM Club has SO much to offer. Fund raisers, pot-lucks, moms-night-out, babies-day-out, etc. Not to mention the two Tag Sales they have per year (spring and fall). Unfortunately, they have weekly meetings on Tuesday nights and with Scott's schedule, I don't get to attend. Fortunately, they send out a weekly newsletter so I'm not left behind!

This year I thought I'd participate in the Tag Sale and not just shop it. Plus, when you're a member, you can shop the pre-sale (not open to the public) on Friday night! SCORE! Besides, I knew I needed (not necessarily *wanted*) to get rid of a lot of baby stuff that was cluttering up an already cluttered basement. The sale was a LOT of work. To sell, you have to volunteer for a specific job/duty pertaining to the sale. I signed up for set up and tear down. The sale gets set up on Friday evening and gets torn down on Saturday afternoon. It doesn't seem like a lot of time, but there are SO many moms and families selling SO much, that it's almost madness!

To make a long(er) story short, after taking about a month to sort by season, wash, separate by size and tag three years worth of clothes, shoes, hats, socks, toys, bottles... and scheduling Scott's parents to come down for the weekend so I could actually participate in the sale ... I was ready to go. The sale was another success for the club and I made over $330! It was hard to see things go, but it was good for me to let go a bit, too. I probably kept a lot more than I should have, but I can't get rid of their first PJs, or the outfits we brought them home in, or the onsies they learned to crawl in, or.... 

~Robert Brault