I still haven’t caught up.
But I caught up with laundry. So went spent yesterday and today up in the shed with its… ahem, dozens… and dozens… of totes and spent several hours sorting clothes to donate, and created a pretty massive pile of laundry. Anything coming out of the shed has to be washed. Because… spiders.
We’re four loads in and haven’t found the laundry room floor yet. We had to pause that thought for two scoliosis appointments and grocery shopping. Good times.
(Side note: Eden’s scoliosis has worsened slightly since she discontinued the brace, but not concerningly so. Charlotte remains the same, and no treatment is needed for now.)
I HATE changing their clothes for summer/winter. My dreams include a house big enough to house both sets of clothing and not require sorting. Realistically, it won’t happen. It would take a lot more square feet than I’m willing to be responsible to clean. I know this. But one could dream.
High moment for the day: when Pierce found himself being handed a “Gumby” suit: one-piece snow suit/overalls in a lovely shade of green. Blaine owns a pair. Sterling has a pair. And the tote of hand me downs had one just for Pierce. I thought he knew it was in there, but judging from the reaction I got, he did not. It was 93 degrees and he chose to try it on, then and there. Conclusion: it’s warm.
Another moment: when a plane flew over incredibly low while several dear girls were in a state of undress in the backyard, trying on clothes. I love living in the country where they can try on things in the yard and be completely fine. An overhead intruder hadn’t crossed my mind! Some shrieking may have occurred.
It is supposed to cool off tomorrow. For the record. Good thing. We did this on a week that hit 90+ almost every day so far. My kids are fully stocked on warm clothes, winter coats, and one coveted Gumby suit. Or they will be soon. Just as soon as I catch back up on laundry.