i am not. today i brought out the fall/winter clothes and put the others away. looking at your clothes season to season is pretty interesting, at least i think so. last year when i put the winter clothes away i think i finally threw out some clothes that should have gone away years ago. i missed seeing them this year--the black and white faux hounds tooth pull-on pants that i wore so often. gone. i did bring out my tried and true black cords that i've worn for about 10 years. i wore them once this season already, they're going to goodwill. they look incredibly hideous on me and no one ever told me. pants are hard for me to wear. they're either too big or too tight and it's hard to find a pair that's just right. this leaves skirts. ok, i can do skirts but in the winter they're a bitch. tights are almost too much and that leaves socks/trouser socks w/ long skirts. then what about shoes? i hate fucking clothes.
i took the kids shopping for their winter coats and a few other things then we came home and made cookies and played uno.
i also did an ass-load of laundry. i hate laundry because it never ever ends. it's not like you get a day that something doesn't get dirty. it drives me crazy. also, i have a family that could give a shit less about the laundry. take something out of the closet or drawer, put it on, don't like it, throw it on the flow so then it automatically ends up in the dirty clothes. i just washed the boys swim trunks and i know for a fact he hasn't worn them in two months.
how old do kids have to be to start washing their own clothes?