Back when I spent time going to the gym, watching movies and eating out at places without crayons, I did not have even the slightest knowledge of what I call “clothes management.” This is the phenomenon whereby I am required to sift through the clothing of my rapidly growing children approximately every other weekend:
Piles to give away,
piles for the rag bag,
piles to keep for Nate,
piles to keep for posterity,
piles to save for colder weather,
piles to save for warmer weather,
piles to mend,
piles to take the tags off and wash,
piles to bleach,
piles to return to school,
piles to restock our school pile,
piles to see if they still fit,
piles to keep, hoping the next one doesn’t think it’s “scratchy.”
I’m telling you… clothes management is a full-time job.
I already have a full-time job.
true that.
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