I have had a timely reminder,
from my good blogging pal Mocha,
that I have lost my sense of humor!
(If you have a minute check him out,
he writes amazing posts).
So now for todays miserable post!
Only joking,hopefully this will make you smile.
Today I was as usual, being the perfect wife.
I decided to tackle the wardrobes and floordrobes,
in each of our childrens bedrooms.
Now I am no Einstein,
but there has to be some sort of scientific explanation,
to explain why,
once clothes are removed from drawers and wardrobes,
they take up triple the surface area.
(That is a question for you Deo!).
We made lots of distinct piles.
Clothes we love, clothes for winter,
clothes that no longer fit,
and clothes we obviously bought when we were on drugs.
Each pile was huge.
Then my daughter picked up,
various school uniform pieces from the floor.
“why is this here?” she asked,
holding up my sons uniform.
I took the garments from her.
With a sick feeling I checked each one.
Two pairs of pants, two shirts, one jumper,
one tracksuit and one t-shirt.
All belonging to my eldest son,
who had just this week finished school forever.
My daughter looked at me.
“Mum, why are they in my room?. Where is my school uniform?”.
As she spoke it all came back to me with sickening clarity.
That rushed moment,
when I picked up the neat pile of school uniform,
that was sitting on my bedroom floor.
I could now clearly recall dropping the school jumper,
and thinking to myself,
“Oh my goodness, how has he been wearing that,
it has really shrunk?.
But the penny never dropped.
I then hurried off to the school,
and dropped my son at the door.
I handed over the uniform to put in the school recycling bin.
Pants, shirts,tracksuit, t-shirt and jumper,
all of which I now know belonged to my daughter!
Oh dear, as I said,
sometimes recycling can be very expensive!
My dilemma now is what to do?