You Know It's Summer..

You know it's summer when your mother makes you get up at six to sell some old junk at a yard sale. It was definitely NOT my idea of fun on a saturday morning--it sets my entire day back. Twelve hours later, all I have done is eat breakfast and sleep! I still need to shower AND clean AND I need to do that before I do anything else tonight. Why can't everyone run on the same internal clock as me?