I’ve learned to loath The Great Clothes Migration at our house.
Twice each year, we go through all of the drawers and closets in our house. It’s time to move the winter clothes out and the summer clothes in. DJ’s hand me downs are shipped to Stephanie’s room. Stephanie’s to Michelle’s. Michelle’s go into three piles 1) trash 2) really special items we want to keep so that my attic will have a purpose and 3) the give away pile to a very dear friend who has two daughters a little younger than mine.
Yesterday we attacked DJ’s room. I think I’m going to have to take a week off from work to recover.
DJ is a beautiful young woman who makes very good grades. She is self confident and a leader. She was honor camper at resident camp last summer. She’s just an outstanding all around kid – I am so proud of her. And, she’s a slob.
After about 30 minutes in her room, I considered calling Caterpiller to see if I could rent a Backhoe. I discovered:
*15 unmatched socks throughout her room – four of them in her bathing suit drawer
*Enough fingernail polish to paint the nails of every 13 year old in South America
*Single Benedryl tablets from the bathroom to the closet and everywhere in between
*Femine products galore!
*A cup from the kitchen
and to top it off,
*Two of my good spoons under her bathroom sink!!
Is she eating cereal on the toilet? Why would you have spoons under your bathroom sink?
The pile of clothes that don’t fit any longer mirror the local landfill – they just don’t smell as bad.
She just drops paper – I think she has a neurological issue that keeps her from being able to throw things in a trash can.
I’m about to take a nap to build up enough grit to tackle Stephanie’s room next weekend. I’ve given her the seven day warning – we all need to get mentally and physcially prepared.
I’d rather have three teeth extracted than to spearhead The Great Clothes Migration of 2010.
If you find one, please return it to me. How do you lose an item this big?