The laundry. never. ends. I was thinking about what I am thankful for while folding and putting away lots of laundry today. It got me thinking about clothes. It is a gross understatement to say that my family of eight has a whole lot of clothes.
The two boys are oldest. I discovered as soon as he could talk that my younger son is much more picky about his clothes than his older brother and he detests shirts with buttons or zippers, so I think about whether or not my younger son will wear clothes that I buy for my older son.
The older three girls are right on each others heels as far as sizes go. Lately I have been moving clothes from one drawer to another drawer in the same room, instead of moving things in and out of the basement. Having four girls makes me very aware of what clothes are made to last and which ones to avoid. Children’s Place jeans are cute but they never last for the second kid.
Our baby girl seems grow out of her clothes right before my eyes! I had to go downstairs to get some of the 6-9 month clothes before I even had a chance to get the 0-3 month clothes back to the basement.
Because six of the eight are little people who are constantly growing I am forever rotating everyone’s wardrobe and I am thankful to that everyone has clothes to wear. I’m thankful for the clothes that I have stored in my basement. I am even thankful for laundry because it means we have clothes but shhh! don’t tell the laundry man!