I rummaged through my closet, looking for something—anything—to wear to work. Meetings filled my morning schedule, and I wanted to look nice but couldn't find a dress or slacks or capris or anything.
Until . . .
I skipped to that section. The section of my closet reserved for skinny or fat days. You know, the-clothes-that-used-to-fit-but-for-whatever-reason-don't-right-now section.
My husband laughed at me, made some comment about how if I'd just put away laundry as soon as I wash it, I wouldn't have this problem.
I wash laundry, dry it, fold it. Can't someone else put away the shirts and underwear and socks and pants and—we have three kids, do you realize how much laundry that is?
Sorry. I'll get back on topic here. So, I donned some loose-fitting capris—like really loose fitting, like I had to poke a new hole in my loose-fitting belt just to get the damned things to stay on my waist.
Many of you are probably pissed that some of my clothes are too big, but hey, I used to fit into these things. So can it!
Once I arrived at work, I felt like a fool. My pants swallowed me whole, hid all my good qualities, probably made me appear a bit frumpy.
Maybe I should put away all my clean clothes.
Does anyone else have a section of those-days clothes kept separate from all the others? I can't be the only person who segregates! I hope I'm not the only person who hates putting away laundry, either!
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