But that, you see, meant that the girls had to be moved to the bigger room. They would have to switch rooms with Anna...Simple? I think not.
Our upstairs right now looks as though the closets vomited all over the place. Vomited shoes, clothes, forgotten art projects, shoes, school papers, tiny decorative boxes, hangers....have I mentioned shoes? Half the stuff is in the right rooms. Half isn't. It is too late to go back and too daunting to move forward. We are stuck. Tell me, how many bobby pins does a teen girl need, anyway? For that matter, how many hoodies? And does a little girl really need a doll she never plays with? You know, the one her Auntie gave to Big Sister years ago, complete with a handsewn wardrobe?
Can I confess something? I shoved some stuffed animals in the trash earlier today (while the little girls were watching cartoons). The guilt is killing me.
I didn't even know their names.