•10:45 AM
It's that time of year again. If you are a mother of young children, you know what I am talking about.
It's time to organize clothes and closets.
I despise this job.
There was a time when I found this job fun. Back when I only had Caiden. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Out with the heavy wintery clothes and in with the fresh, bright summery ones. All those cute little outfits that I could dress him in ... sigh.
But that time has gone.
The other point that begs to be made is that I only had to do it for one closet; and when I did do it, little Caiden was nowhere to be found. He did not care about his clothes. He is a boy. He was busy calculating or spinning or conquerring Mario. He could not care less about what is in his closet.
However, Marnie and Addison are not boys, and they do care (a lot) about what is in their closets. And, they like to share their opinions. So, while I am making piles, they are going through those piles. And re-organizing.
And the worst part (for me) is that I feel like I just finished doing closets. Well, Addie C.'s closet to be more specific ... click here to read more. Every time I put clean laundry away, I take note that Addison has no t-shirts or summery dresses to choose from ... because they are all in a bin somewhere in the basement. And, Marnie's t-shirts are looking a little small. But still, I drag my feet, ignoring that faint whisper that can be heard every time I open a closet door.
"Out with the old ... in with the new ..."
There is a certain orderliness that must be maintained to make this dreaded chore expeditious. Caiden's closet is easy ... first or last. Whatever. But Addsion's must always be done before Marnie's closet. That way, there is room for the things that Marnie has outgrown; because sometimes, the things Marnie has outgrown will go directly into Addie's closet. Otherwise, they go into a drawer until they do fit.
Honestly, why am I telling you this? Why are you reading it?
I have searched the Internet for tips and tricks ... something that will make things easier. Even fun ... maybe? One lady reported that she did her daughter's closet every two months. What? Does she have no life? How fast does her child grow? Although, I bet it takes her a half an hour to get the whole thing done ... instead of two hours. Or two days. However, I refuse to budge ... twice a year is the most I can tolerate - once in the Spring, once in the Autumn.
Ugh. I guess the only way to make it go away, is to do it. Just do it. Just step away from the computer ... and lock yourself in the closet, Jill. Go ...
It's time to organize clothes and closets.
I despise this job.
There was a time when I found this job fun. Back when I only had Caiden. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Out with the heavy wintery clothes and in with the fresh, bright summery ones. All those cute little outfits that I could dress him in ... sigh.
But that time has gone.
The other point that begs to be made is that I only had to do it for one closet; and when I did do it, little Caiden was nowhere to be found. He did not care about his clothes. He is a boy. He was busy calculating or spinning or conquerring Mario. He could not care less about what is in his closet.
However, Marnie and Addison are not boys, and they do care (a lot) about what is in their closets. And, they like to share their opinions. So, while I am making piles, they are going through those piles. And re-organizing.
And the worst part (for me) is that I feel like I just finished doing closets. Well, Addie C.'s closet to be more specific ... click here to read more. Every time I put clean laundry away, I take note that Addison has no t-shirts or summery dresses to choose from ... because they are all in a bin somewhere in the basement. And, Marnie's t-shirts are looking a little small. But still, I drag my feet, ignoring that faint whisper that can be heard every time I open a closet door.
"Out with the old ... in with the new ..."
There is a certain orderliness that must be maintained to make this dreaded chore expeditious. Caiden's closet is easy ... first or last. Whatever. But Addsion's must always be done before Marnie's closet. That way, there is room for the things that Marnie has outgrown; because sometimes, the things Marnie has outgrown will go directly into Addie's closet. Otherwise, they go into a drawer until they do fit.
Honestly, why am I telling you this? Why are you reading it?
I have searched the Internet for tips and tricks ... something that will make things easier. Even fun ... maybe? One lady reported that she did her daughter's closet every two months. What? Does she have no life? How fast does her child grow? Although, I bet it takes her a half an hour to get the whole thing done ... instead of two hours. Or two days. However, I refuse to budge ... twice a year is the most I can tolerate - once in the Spring, once in the Autumn.
Ugh. I guess the only way to make it go away, is to do it. Just do it. Just step away from the computer ... and lock yourself in the closet, Jill. Go ...
