What cleaning can teach you...

So I felt the motivation streamin through me this morning (or was it the Red Bull) and decided to finally get around to that messy pile of clothing hanging out upstairs in my bedroom. And then I decided it would be just GREAT to go through the clothes in my kids' room! Wow, man, what was I THINKING??

Well, here's what I learned. (And a few decisions that I made...)

I learned that clean clothes are no longer clean when they happen to be "folded" and placed in the floor... ANYwhere in the floor...

I learned that when I open my (second floor) bedroom window and there are lizards gunning to join the party... I should just deal with the stagnant air in the room. (Okay, so this has nothing to do with the clothing I went through... but I promise it IS relevant to my day.)

I learned that the dog peed... or maybe Sophie did... but only on one thing. *sigh* Stupid dog. Sophie woulda wet the entire bedroom.

I learned where a few pieces of cute outfits that Sophie has now outgrown were hiding.

I learned that my husband has way too many t-shirts that I wash a dozen times a year but have never in our married career seen him wear. Alright, so I already knew that... I was just totally reminded.

I learned where the bug I swatted the other day ended up.

I learned that I will never wear some underwear I've been keeping, even IF I were to be that cute, small and sexy again. I mean, I'm so over lacy thongs.

I learned that I have more jeans that DON'T fit than ones that do... I separated them by sizes and decided that if I don't fit into the next size down in a month, I am passing the smallest sized ones on to someone whose rump does them justice.

I learned that I have nowhere in my room to set a drink. Geez. We so need a bedroom suit.

Now, I think that's about all I learned in my own room... But it was interesting to see what my kids had hanging out in theirs.

I learned that Katy simply moved all her outgrown "favorite" clothes into Kenzie's closet instead of getting rid of them even though Kenz takes one look at them and sticks her tongue out and makes noises unflattering to a young lady.

I learned that there are, like, no panties in the panty drawer... they are all SOMEwhere else... your guess is probably right on par with mine.

I learned that even after nearly 2 months without feet in them, some shoes still have such an impact on the senses that they must be bagged by themselves and disposed of where they will not harm the wildlife.

I learned that the drawers vomiting clothing are totally capable of containing said clothing... but apparently its something only mom can accomplish.

I learned that when I tell my kid to bring down her dirty laundry... this clearly does not include the 4 dirty towels strewn across the middle of her room. Why?? Because they "aren't hers". Yes. Good logic. Now grab the towels.

I learned not to have Kenz go get the baby when she awakens from a nap. Baby cries. Me: "Why is she crying?" Kenz: "Because she wacked her head on the door" Me: "You mean YOU wacked her head on the door?" Kenz: "Yeah."

I also learned that after all is said and done, I have to come back downstairs and see that I still have a whole 'nother half a house. I've learned that sucks.

Oh, well. After frozen pizza, Kraft mac & cheese and two games of Candyland (which I've learned must be rigged) I have more work to do. Me and Mr. Vacuum are gonna go tackle all that open space in the kids' room.

Anyone want 4 boxes of clothes?