Sunday, April 19, 2009

Why I lost my mind

Because Shawn and I unselfishly gave up the master bedroom six years ago to let the girls have it we have had to make some concessions.

The pros are definitely worth just about everything though-

*All their stuff is in one place
*They get to be together and will have a closeness that other sisters don't
*The biggest closet in the house
*Two huge built in bookcases
*Three separate desk areas
*18 drawers
*And a bunch more storage

The cons you might ask-

*Their room is over our head when we're in the den. Sometimes they sound like a herd of elephants
*They pile stuff on the stairs instead of taking it upstairs and sometimes it overtakes the dining room
*Even thought they have the biggest closet with the three of them sharing we still can't make it all fit

That brings me to the reason for this post.

The bi-annual changing of the clothes.

We are truly blessed to have friends and family who pass clothes down to us. If we didn't, I'm sure we would have gone broke long ago. Also, most of the other moms have much better taste!

That means that we have an attic full of clothes that are hidden away until the weather either warms up or cools off and I finally tire of hearing the girls whine about being dressed in the complete opposite clothes as their friends!

Yesterday was the day. Ironically, today was cold and dreary and the girls nearly froze in their summer Sunday dresses.

Such is the story of my life.

I started with a huge pile of bags that Shawn had gotten out of the attic.From there I decided who each item would fit. If it made the cut it was folded and put on their bed. If it didn't make the cut it went into one of three bags. Summer/Winter/Give

I really try to get myself as organized as possible for the next time. Doesn't always work, but I try.

I save my least favorite part for last.


You know how sometimes your dryer will eat socks? Well, my attic eats shoes. I have no other explanation. It is the only thing that would make this happen.
That would be 49 unmatched shoes. 49!!!

How you might ask?

I don't have a clue.

I did end up coming up with 9 matches but still, 40 shoes. And of course I couldn't throw them away. I bagged them up and put them in the attic.

I'll probably never see them again.


Coachdad said...

I feel your pain! You don't even want to see my room right now. Piles upon piles of little girls clothes and I have yet to get my own bags of their summer clothes. Worst chore of all.

Cozyflier said...

Guess I'll never complain about having to reorganize the closet from upper rod to lower rod!!!

I recognize some of those garbage bags!!!

I can't explain 49 unmatched shoes. I was upset with 1 that I couldn't give to you!!!

Socks drive us crazy, but 40 shoes, oh my!!!

Debbie S. said...

I wish my girls had ten pairs of shoes.