The great clothes switch

My friends and I were recently discussing that it was time to get out the winter clothes again. And we all sighed and commiserated with one another. And then I chose not to do this task over the weekend, so I still have it hanging over my head. Probably not my wisest decision. But that's what hoodies are for, right? Reposting one of my first blog entries which addressed this most dreaded of tasks for moms of many.

I love the changing of the seasons. But the task that comes with it? I could do without it. What's that? The changing of the clothes. That dreaded task of putting away the past seasons clothes and getting out clothes for the new season. I really don't know why I dislike this job so much, but I do. Admittedly, it is getting easier because the older kids can do so much of it on their own now. But somehow I don't learn to like it more. Probably because it involves making lots of decisions (small though they may be) and I'm not a good decision maker. Anyway, we started this task last night... actually John started it Tuesday night. It usually takes us several days before we are completely finished.

The task begins when I sweetly ask my husband to please get down all the clothes boxes from the attic. He does so and piles them in the hallway. We walk around them and the kids climb on them for a few days. We threaten the kids and plead with them to stay out of the boxes.

When I finally decide we can begin to go through the boxes, there is great excitement and shouting. Strangely, the kids do not dislike this task like I do. They are thrilled to see what's inside those boxes... it's like a great big surprise. They find stuff they've forgotten about and stuff they loved. And they just like to play in the boxes:

Then as I try to help the little boys, the older kids come to me one after the other asking, "Does this fit, Mommy?" This one clearly didn't (yea for easy decisions).
We start getting piles everywhere of fits/doesn't fit/give away/trash (why did we pack that up anyway?) ... times 6 kids.

Eventually we'll pull summer stuff out of drawers and put winter stuff away. Everything will go back into the boxes and boxes will go in the attic. Aaah. And I won't have to do that again for at least a few months. But in the meantime, if it's late and your bed looks like this:

Well, you'll just have to adapt: