This week, the weather is actually nice. The windows are open, the blue birds are in the front yard, the bats have returned to our attic with their little Mexican hats and tequila hangovers.
That can only mean one thing: Spring Torture Day.
Today, I finally shoved the snowsuits in the attic and brought down last year's garbage bags filled with summer clothes. I am forcing the boys to try everything on, so we can stock their closets with stuff that actually fits, find out what they need for summer, and get rid of all the stuff too small to fit my youngest boy. I find this enjoyable. The boys hate it.
I'm the mom. I win.
I think this makes me a great candidate for CIA school.