My kids are with their Dad this weekend. This gave me a little morning time to sort laundry.
Buried under the overflow was a nylon drawstring backpack, still full: the overnight bag of my youngest.
Carried to school two Fridays ago and flung into the hamper, wholesale, the following Sunday night.
These kids could go a month without repeating an outfit - a fringe benefit of the divorce, sponsored by Mom's Guilt over all of this shuffling back and forth. Clearly there was nothing in that bag that had been missed.
Dumped it out on the pile. Last two items to land were her ToothTunes brush and orange sparkle toothpaste, which she loves.
Which I replaced two Mondays ago, forgoing lunch. But couldn't find orange sparkle toothpaste anywhere and so had to substitute vanilla mint. Which she hates.
That's what sucks about divorce.
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