sometimes it just hits me, you know.
the big box in the laundry room.
clothes that have been discarded & thrown in the "to goodwill" trunk.
and random bits along the way.
like the baseball cleats that were thrown in the middle of the dining room floor.
hey, orie. are these your cleats?
yeah. but they don't fit anymore.
okie dokie.
in the "to goodwill" trunk they go.
and in an effort to truly clean house yesterday, i packed up my junk & headed off.
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i bet you know how this story goes.
kevin comes home from work.
orie is dressed in his baseball gear - ready for their scrimmage.
grab your cleats, orie.
i don't know where they are.
well, where is the last place you put them?
in the dining room.
lightbulb moment for me.
and not a good one.
ummmm... i'm pretty sure i dropped those off at goodwill today.
you are kidding me, right? tell me you are kidding. where are his cleats. for real. we have to go.
i'm not kidding. orie told me they no longer fit. so i took them to goodwill.
i JUST bought those!! you can't ask a 7 year old if his stuff needs to go to goodwill!! orie, go find some cleats!! ashley, go back to goodwill & find those cleats!!
(exclamation mark, exclamation mark, mad face)
and... i bet you know how the rest of this story goes, right?
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the boys are off to baseball.
the girls & i... goodwill.
i drive up & see the nice guy who helped me unload all of my junk earlier that morning.
hi!! (smiley face. because smiley faces always work when looking for your should not have been donated cleats, right?) i was here earlier today. i brought a ton of stuff. but i accidentally threw in my son's baseball cleats. and my husband... yeah. he's not so excited about that. do you think you have already put them out on the floor?
you can look in all of these bins if you want.
(i'm sure he was thinking why is this idiot smiling at me like that? cause i'm not going to dig through all of this crap. i've been doing that all day long. so note to self... smiley faces don't work at the goodwill.)
thanks!!
i'm optimistic. because i just dropped them off 5 hours earlier. surely they would be right where i dropped them in a white trash bag amidst little people clothes.
i found my white trash bags.
empty.
i was then shown a huge bin full of clothing.
and i began digging through those.
no cleats.
then a bin full of purses.
and a bin full of random junk.
and then told they might be in the massive bins inside the sorting room. but i can't go in there.
at this point, my car is still running (i am in the drive through drop off area) & the girls are running circles around me. lou is shoeless & getting her rainbow hello kitty socks filthy.
it's time to give up.
check inside the store.
but before i do, i ask the guy
if i find our shoes, do i have to buy them back?
i don't know. you'll have to ask a manager.
dagnabbit...
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inside...
lou & bradley run straight for the toys.
i begin scouring the rack of little people shoes.
you drop off & come back for more?
i guess she remembered me from earlier today. so i tell her my story.
my once over of the shoe rack reveals no cleats. i talk to the manager about letting me check the big sorting area. she gives me a sideways grin & says follow me.
i follow her through the double doors.
she looks me dead in the face.
where exactly would you like to start?
in front of me are bins upon bins upon bins.
whatever you are thinking in your mind... add in some more bins.
and they are all filled to the brim.
your name is grace? thank you, grace, for you time. if you happen to come across a pair of size 2, black & white, barely been worn, hardly any mud on the bottom, cleats would you please put them to the side of think of me. have a great day!!
that's what i get for cleaning house.
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and because every post deserves a picture.
last season.
baseball ready.
