end of year donations...

We moved into this house almost 4 years ago. We had a lot more room when we moved in and had the luxury of not having to unpack everything since we had more than enough room to keep boxes...almost 4 years later, there are still boxes...

We even have a super-sized U-Haul box in the laundry room of clothes. Not clothes that have been washed and not put up...clothes that have never been unpacked.

The hubs thinks its a good idea to get all the clothing together for the end of this year to make one mega-donation. I REALLY don't want to...but the hubs has a point, especially since every tax break will help after all the unemployment Paul was on this year.

So, we decide to start on Sunday, the day after Christmas. I begin pulling out clothes and filling up the living room with items we haven't seen in 4 years. The hubs starts feeling a kidney stone moving. We knew this would eventually happen, when he went in for the last kidney stone, the scan showed another one. Paul wants to go to the hospital for Rx drugs directly injected into his blood stream....

I see the opportunity to strike a deal...call be a bad wife if you want, but I REALLY didn't want to do this. I tell the hubby that we can go to the hospital, but then we can't start sorting through the massive hill of clothes now sitting in the living room....yay, I got him!!

BUT...the hubs says he'll be ok with the pain meds we have at the house...OH NO!!!

So, not only did I not get out of it...I have to do it solo because the hubby is out of commission.

I sort through clothes for about and hour and a half...counting articles and taking pictures of everything that we donate.

The next day...I start to develop a small skin irritation. GREAT...some of those clothes must have had a different detergent on them and it has made my sensitive skin a little angry.

As the days go by,,, my skin gets angrier...by Wednesday, its a full blow head to toe breakout rash........I KNEW I HAD A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS!!!

We decide that someone had to push through to finish sorting through the clothes...not only is the huge pile of rags in the middle of my living room floor threatening my OCD, but the end of the year is quickly approaching.

Wouldn't you know it...the hubs has to go on an overnight work thingy on December 30, leaving me and my angry skin to finish sorting through the clothes.

So....this is how it worked.......

1. The hubby wants to do a massive donation but the wife does not.
2. The wife pulls out all the clothes and sorts them.
3. The wife gets an allergic reaction to the clothes.
4. The wife documents all the clothes.
5. The wife takes pics of all the clothes.
6. The wife washes all the clothes that are kept.
7. The wife puts up all the clothes that are kept.
8. The wife blogs her frustration out while waiting for the last load to get out of the dryer.
9. The hubby takes a nap.........

The hubby BETTER offer to take all the clothes to Good Will.....grrrrr