Cleaning up is hard to do

One of the perks of being a staying-at-home mom is that I get to clean up. Besides scrubbing the toilet (yay,) wiping down the stove, the best part (not really) is to organize the kids' room. Now that Abigail has finally moved into Caleb's room, it's only natural (right?) for them to share the same closet. That means folding and putting away everything that is too small for her, and only display the ones she can and will wear.


Here I was, sitting in the 3'X5' closet, staring at the mountaineous piles of clothes (all Abigail's,) I wanted to cry. While it was a blessing for Abigail to receive excellent hand-me-downs, I did not realize how much we got. I folded and catagorized, catagorized and folded. That was yesterday morning.

This morning, the same pile was still sitting at the same spot.