So you finally manage to gather up your kids' outgrown clothes to sell on Facebook. You take a bunch of photos while your baby tries to crawl through your nicely laid-out items. You get them posted on Facebook and are excited to receive 537 "is this still available?" messages. You painstakingly respond "yes" to all and 535 of those messages are met with radio silence.
Of the two who respond, one asks a million questions that you already answered in your meticulously crafted ad and the other wants to know when they can pick it up! Yay, a sale!
Oh, wait. They can't pick it up, so maybe you can pack up your three kids and meet them at a gas station in the next town over? And are you okay with an e-transfer? And what's your email? You answer all of their questions with the utmost of patience until a time and place to meet are agreed upon.
The aforementioned e-transfer will be sent shortly, so you wrangle your children into the vehicle using bribes of treats to get them in as quickly as possible. Then you drive down your street only to receive a message that something came up and the buyer can't meet you anymore. So you drive to Tim Horton's and spend $7 on TimBits to reward your children for getting in their car seats and $3 on a coffee to reward yourself for finally working towards purging your kids' too-small clothes.
Back at home, down $10 with treats and coffee in hand, you arrange another sale with the person whose million questions were answered satisfactorily. They agree to come and pick up the item this afternoon. You are thrilled to avoid another failed venture out of the house, so you get your item ready and as you go to put it out front (let's face it, you're not in any mood to see people right now), your 3-year-old spots the bag and demands to know what you're doing with their all-time favourite shirt that is two sizes too small. And so ensues an epic tug-of-war battle with your suddenly Hulk-like toddler.
You almost get the bag out the door when you see your buyer walking up. So much for avoiding people, but at least this Facebook Marketplace ordeal is almost over. The buyer holds out a handful of change and asks if you'll take $3.70 instead of $5 as that's all they have. At this point, you never want to see said shirt again and you're already out $10 from the bribery treats anyway, so you hand over the shirt-that-shall-not-be-mentioned. Pondering what you will spend your hard-earned money on since it's not even enough for a Starbucks coffee, you think that there has got to be a better way to sell your kids' items!
I can pretty much guarantee that you will face another epic battle with your toddler at some point, but the rest of this ordeal can be avoided in the future by consigning with Linen for Littles!