Clothing Capers

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'Hey, did I get you at bad time?' my friend Missy said to me after I finally found my phone that had been ringing all morning.

'Not unless you consider folding a large pile of clothes a bad time.' I answered

'How big, we talking?' she asked

'Not that big, not by large family standards.' I joked

'Is it spilling out over its self?'

'Nah.'

'Then man up and do it!' she laughed. 'You should see mine, I can't see my couch any more. Thats my job today too.'

Missy has seven kids too and we have been friends since high school. When one of us has had enough we call the other and bemoan what ever it is that is driving us insane. Today she was calling me to bemoan 10 kg of baby potatoes she did not need or want and suggested I come get them. I told her I couldn't, not today.

 I had planned on buying us a new bed, a king size, today but with two school kids home I decided there was no way I was taking four children bed shopping. I told her that I'd be in tomorrow and would be more than pleased to grab some potatoes then. So she demanded I made sure I got them first thing and after a little 'my child is doing this' conversation we hung up and I had managed to fold half the pile. Then I folded the rest. I did not put it away however... I should have. Instead I went through a couple of bags of clothes my mother had given me for My Beloved.

 You see, dad and My Beloved have always been the same size. But Dad has been 'eating properly' and has lost 50kg ( well done dad!) which means My Beloved gets them. The denim cut off shorts aside (Yes!! Apparently when dad was young, at  some point in fashion history, men could wear denim cut offs with out their preferences being questioned. I am not sure when this was, but I am assured it was.) there were some nice things.

 My Beloved shares a very similar taste in clothing EVEN the bright Hawaiian shirts. *shudders and rocks back and forth* that my father seems to so fond of. I would have hidden them, but I know My Beloved likes them so I was kind and left them out. He ended up with 5 suit jackets, 7 dress shirts, 9 pairs of jeans about twenty other smart casual shirts and some work shirts and shorts that will save me from buying My Beloved any more board shorts. He has wrecked so many pairs while working with cement both when we did the concrete edging and at home that he is wearing football shorts, whether he wants too or not damn it!The work shirts have the sleeves cut and the neck cut and are so funny to imagine My Beloved wearing that there was no way they were not staying, besides, he wrecks his T-shirts with cement.

 As I was hanging these things up I looked at the medium size (for a large family) pile of folded clothes and thought 'I really should put that away.' But life goes on and kids need things and I put it off. After walking in to find a shirt for myself to wear after spilling tea on my singlet ( Thanks Mr Cheeky!) my elbow knocked the pile and half of it fell over. I watched it fall and just walked away. 'I'll do that when the kids are in  bed I told myself. I haven't. I'll do it in the morning and this time I WILL put it away as soon as I am done.... because there is a new load on the line waiting to be brought in and folded tomorrow. Wish me luck.