
In the hunt for a white-collared shirt this week, I found myself up a step-ladder in my eldest son's bedroom rummaging through a storage box filled with age 6-8 clothes.
I had a Book Week parade deadline to meet, and I knew we had owned one because I had photographic proof of my eldest son as Harry Potter in 2017.
Did I locate that white shirt? No.
Do I know where that white shirt ended up? No.
Did I find a lot of other clothing I now needed to sort and wash? Yes.
While my youngest son was unfazed to parade as Harry Potter in his blue school shirt, the mound of old clothes that I needed to sort through and decide what to do with, annoyed me.
My search for one white shirt had started a snowball effect I had to face head-on, and I felt overwhelmed.
Some of these clothes were already too small for my youngest and could proceed straight to his cousins, but some items could be washed and worn immediately. Which meant I also needed to sort out his current lot of clothing to find room for these extras.
And then I would need to store any remaining items and donate the rest.
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