How can putting away my kids' too-small-for-them clothes hurt so bad?
|All I can say is, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!|
I'm just sorting through cheap cotton clothes for crying out loud! *sniffle sniffle*
And yet with each little t-shirt and pajama set I put into the donation pile, my heart sinks lower and lower.
This is good-bye. This is the end. This is where I have to acknowledge that every item represents a real, irretrievable, incontrovertible loss.
Of what, exactly, I'm not sure.
All I know is that it hurts like hell.