Help! I'm buried in children's clothes!
SO, last night we discovered a very LOUD cricket in our bedroom. My dear husband put on his "insect slayer" hat and prepared for a quick catch and release operation.
Forty minutes later, he emerged with a broom in one hand and sweat on his brow, and informed me that he could say with certainty that the cricket was no longer under the bed, but that is all.
As a result of the cricket hunt, the generally well-preserved dust layer in our bedroom was disturbed, so we had no choice but to make today "Clean the Bedroom" day. Yay!
And now I sit here, exhuasted, and overwhelmed. The bedroom is cleaner, not definitely not clean. I am truly confused - when and how did we get all of these clothes? I guess we've put off sorting and boxes up the kids' clothes, because there are literally large piles of tiny clothes in our bedroom now - sorted by size, and whether they will be given to my sister (top brands, no characters, no denim on babies - she has some definite opinions on what she wants passed on to her), or sold on eBay (just a few like-new outfits my sis won't want), or donated (most of it, I think).
How did they grow out of this stuff so fast? Thank goodness we have generous friends and family members who gift us with new and used clothes. I think we have clothes for Emma up to size 5, mostly from one friend who has great taste, two older girls, and a shopping addiction.
And Max? He's been wearing the same outfit all week: denim overalls and a red shirt, a la Mario. You know, of Super Mario Bros. fame? I guess that obsession is good for our clothing budget.
Forty minutes later, he emerged with a broom in one hand and sweat on his brow, and informed me that he could say with certainty that the cricket was no longer under the bed, but that is all.
As a result of the cricket hunt, the generally well-preserved dust layer in our bedroom was disturbed, so we had no choice but to make today "Clean the Bedroom" day. Yay!
And now I sit here, exhuasted, and overwhelmed. The bedroom is cleaner, not definitely not clean. I am truly confused - when and how did we get all of these clothes? I guess we've put off sorting and boxes up the kids' clothes, because there are literally large piles of tiny clothes in our bedroom now - sorted by size, and whether they will be given to my sister (top brands, no characters, no denim on babies - she has some definite opinions on what she wants passed on to her), or sold on eBay (just a few like-new outfits my sis won't want), or donated (most of it, I think).
How did they grow out of this stuff so fast? Thank goodness we have generous friends and family members who gift us with new and used clothes. I think we have clothes for Emma up to size 5, mostly from one friend who has great taste, two older girls, and a shopping addiction.
And Max? He's been wearing the same outfit all week: denim overalls and a red shirt, a la Mario. You know, of Super Mario Bros. fame? I guess that obsession is good for our clothing budget.
posted by Jenny Wadley @ 10:13 PM
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