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We cleaned out the boys’ closet again, but it went faster than ever before. The only plus to purging and cleaning regularly, I suppose. It only took a few hours, but the Mister still thought that was a crime against humanity. There was grumbling. I could only stare at him and use my magical Wife Eyes to suggest that a few hours is far shorter than the days and days and days it has taken me in the past.
I found a motherload of good church shirts and coats that I was able to give to a friend with a son a couple of years younger than Nico. The rest of the items are play clothes, and they are going to the school donation program. I wanted to put in an additional clothing bar, but the Mister doesn’t think it’s necessary. I disagree. I think it would make it easier for the boys to hang their clothes, so we’re still in negotiations. We had enough room that I removed the shoe rack you and returned all the shoes to the shoe drawer. It’s a tight fit, but there are three pairs of shoes I can donate. I couldn’t do it then because Nico was there and parting with flip-flops is his Sophie’s Choice.