He liked it that way.
One load of laundry. Seven shirts, three pairs of pants, socks and mabey 5 pairs of undies... You know exactly when you need to do laundry. Problem is there is not a lot of room for error.
Scott is a Daddy now. This means being puked on, colored on, pissed on, or any other random thing being spilled across your lap or chest is the new norm. Hense we bought more clothing. You would think this means he wears it... he doesn't. So now we have this big walk in closet and he gets the top half of one rack. It is full. Full of clothing he won't wear.
So another purge begins... I know our closet is going to need a lot more help than just going through Scott's clothes but I need time to let go of my "before I had six kids" clothing. So we begin with his...
Before:
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| You can totally see there is not room for even one more hanger up there... |
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| Notice how fairly we share the closet? His is the top rack on the back wall... The rest is mine. |
After:
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| I am sure he is still going to complain about how much clothing is left but I got rid of at least 1/3. |
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| Washed out black denim... Where did he even find these pants? 1984 is calling... They want their pants back. |
24 Items of clothing donated to the Homeless shelter...
970 Items Still to go
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