CLOTHES!

You know when you walk through a store and you see an outfit that is just too cute for words?  I know it.  I still feel it occasionally.  But then I remember our problem at home.   We have so many CLOTHES!

Grandma and Grandpa Keenan have been beyond generous with giving the girls the cutest clothes imaginable.  They pick out the frilliest fru-fru dresses, make beautiful clothes and purchase everything carters has ever produced.  Seriously.  We had a lot of clothes when B was born.  Then we had A.

I thought, great.  One in may, the next in August - no big deal.  Because of their body types, they are pretty much exactly one season apart.   We can use all of the same clothes.  But then their is a chorus of No! Don't do that to poor A.  She will be so upset that she had to wear all of her sisters hand-me-downs.   She needs new clothes too. 

Ok... I guess.  So now we have B's clothes for A plus A's clothes for A.  Whew, that is a lot.   And then enter R.  Same problem.   She will see those photos (someone forgot to tell the chorus that we don't take enough photos) and feel so bad for herself.  So now we have B's clothes for R,  A's clothes for R and R's clothes for R. 

Listen, it is a problem.  I can't close drawers in their dressers.  One dresser is stacked on top of another and those drawers are hanging out.  I am sure it can/could/will fall.   Then, there is a pile of clothes on the floor.   How or what should I do with those? Are they clean? Are they not?  I am not sure anymore.  At any given time, we have 4 20 gallon totes in storage for clothes that are currently out of rotation.  

What on earth will I do with these clothes?  Do we need to save them?  Probably.   Are we happy to have them?  Most of the time.  They are well dressed.  We couldn't afford to have them strutting around in such cute things all the time.  B painted and played in the sandbox in a hyper fancy dress the other day.  She loves it.   In the mean time, when the laundry* baskets come up, I want to cry because I just got the drawers to shut and I have to stuff them full again.

*I would whine about this too... but I don't do it.   There was one day when I had all three babies clean, fed, educated and then napping.  The house was clean, dinner was started.  I felt like the best mom ever.  And then I went to the basement and saw the laundry.  My soul was crushed a little that day.  I never went back.