…of my labor, that is.
On Fridays, I get off at 1. I usually putter around town before picking up all the kiddos and heading home. It seems a waste of gas to go home, then drive back into town to get them, and then drive back home again. But, today, I went home without them (mom guilt, hooorah!) so I could clean and do laundry in peace. Ahhh… peace and quiet. I turn on my youtube playlist and let it go while I putz around, finish the laundry, fold the laundry, and generally make things tidy. I got the sudden urge to go through my shirts and clean out the ones that I don’t want/shouldn’t want/should have never bought in the first place. So, here sits a stack of shirts and one cardigan for a coworker friend of mine who is the size I used to be when I could where them.