Oh what do you do...

Rustin is gone for the rest of the week.  Scout camp tonight, girls camp tomorrow, high adventure Friday and home on Saturday.  I think this is the bishop's-job highlight of the year.  He loves it.  The Young Women particularly have him wrapped around their cute little fingers!  He will really do anything for them.

So here's what it looks like around here with just me running the show---

Cereal for breakfast.

Cereal for lunch

Nachos for dinner. Awesome.

(not that Rustin makes dinner but if he isn't coming home then I just don't really worry about it...)

Actually we mowed the lawn and vacuumed under the couches and scrubbed the kitchen floor.  We really did.  Tomorrow we have a serious massive clothing sorting party planned.  I have put this off for way too long.

I'm thinking ten shirts per kids for the school year.

Is that too many? too few?  Two weeks worth (about)...

How do the rest of you manage clothing?

I have a hard time because the three big boys wear the same size of everything including socks and underwear.  Actually Austin's pants are shorter but we are in shorts right now so we don't notice...  I can't keep the sizes sorted so I just put everything together which ends up as a massive amount of clothes in a small space sometimes.

Shirts hang up in the closet and pants go in the bins but we never have enough pants (they wear them out  faster than I can get new ones).  Dallin and Landon have their "own" shirts for the most part. Landon is a bit more possessive of his clothes than his brothers.

Landon still tends to wear the blue shirts and Dallin tends to wear the red shirts.  It helps kids and teachers at school call them by the right name.  Poor Austin gets whatever is left.  He doesn't complain though.  Whoever gets dressed first gets good pants and the other two complain that someone stole "my" pants.  I guess we need to go shopping.

Interesting fact:  Rustin does the clothes shopping 90% of the time.  He's just faster and better at it than I am.

I'm thinking of chucking the ENTIRE box of unmatched socks and buying 50 pair of plain white socks that the boys, Rustin and I can all share.

Is sharing socks weird or gross?

I think my perspective is skewed.  After the twins were born I tried to keep pacifiers, bottles and burp cloths separate for about two weeks before I realized it was futile.  I gave up, and it's all been downhill since.

We do have our own tooth brushes though.  Except I steal Rustin's whenever I can't find mine.  I don't think he knows that...

I miss him.