I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can't wait to jump on
-Sugarland, "Already Gone"
This weekend, I attempted - YET AGAIN - to get the clothing problem under control. There was a giant mound of clothes in the hallway which were approximately 1/3 out of season, 1/3 too small for Luke, and 1/3 other assorted mess. There were sippy cup parts in there(?!?). So I sorted. One bin for the attic, one pile to go into Luke's dresser, one bag for Goodwill, one pile for Jay's room. Nothing out of the ordinary - just the constant rotation of children's clothing: out with the too small, in with the too big. Then, I got overly ambitious.
I tried to match socks.
Each of the boys has a sock drawer, and each is nearly overflowing with unmatched socks. I figured we could weed out the infant socks and the stretched out/stained/holes in the bottom ones and suddenly they'd all match up. (When will I learn?!) At the end of the matching party, I was left with nine - NINE - socks that didn't have mates. Who knew we had so many different varieties of socks?! Being sandal season, I was darn confident that no socks were hiding in the depths of the laundry piles, since the small feet in this family haven't seen socks in weeks.
In my new push to live a less clutter-filled existence, I did what any reasonable person would do. Knowing the mates to these 9 lonely stockings weren't in the laundry and weren't in their rooms, I chucked them. (Gasp!) Even the two really nice baby Gap ones, the only ones either kid would keep on their feet as infants. Into the trash. I was pretty proud of myself, and my uncluttering ways.
Fast forward to this evening.
Derek went to the grocery store, while I stayed here to straighten the house and take out the trash. (Take that, traditional gender roles!) I dutifully took out the trash, bidding a fond farewell to unmatched socks and the chaos they brought to my world. Then I went to unpack Luke's daycare bag. Guess what got sent home today?
Yup. Those are the "good" socks that actually stay on baby feet. The ones whose mates are in the trash that I just took out to the street mere moments before. And y'all wonder why I never throw anything away.