Hanging up my denial of hang-up

It turns out I've been in denial. And it's not just a river in Egypt. You with me?

I claim to do laundry once a week. But really, folks. I actually get the laundry down to the washer and sorted once a week. By the time I actually get it all washed, and folded, it's really been 3 to 4 days. Tack on the clothes that need to be on hangers, that bunch usually lays flat in a stack and awaits hangers. Then after I realize the clothes aren't going to get in the closets themselves - or- when my kids are getting ready for school and interrupt my yelling, "Why aren't you dressed yet!?" with "Mommy, I don't have any pants to wear." I just see a big Mommy logo on my forehead with a big "Failure" stamp on it. I mean really, the bare minimum of my job requirements is to make sure the kids have clean clothes.

So, what I'm getting at, is Motherhood and laundry at my house is apparently an 24/7 on going project. As I type, I've gotten all the clothes put up, even the ones on the hangers, and then decided to wash sheets. We are big people, who necessitate big beds, which inevitably necessitate big loads of sheets. So, my day is now packed with more laundry.

Nothing ticks me off more (well, on this topic anyways) than when I go to help the kids clean and find clean clothes at the bottom of the closet. And lately, there's been more in both closets. I've been really getting on to them to not pull stuff off the hanger and then change their minds leaving the clothes on the floor which are not really dirty, but have been wadded on the floor collecting Farley the Wonderdog hair and being stepped on. The kids defense lately has been, "But Mommy, it falls off."

Whatever, kid. That's the lamest excuse ever. Be more creative.

So, last night, I was "warming up" for my volleyball games by putting up the hanging clothes, I was shocked to find the clothes falling off the hangers. I take each of their stacks of clothes, get them all on a hanger, and then walk them into their closet. And on the way from my bed, to their closets, three shirts fall off the hanger. It was like a Lucy & Ethel episode. It would fall off, I'd pick it up, put it on the hanger, go to put the other stuff up, and it fell off again. What the heck?

I'm a bit slow to pick up on things. I mean, this has been going on for weeks. My kids have outgrown the HANGERS. Their clothes are so giant now, they don't fit on the hangers I bought after the baby shower almost seven years ago. They're clothes are now big enough to fit on a regular, standard, ADULT-sized hanger!

I realize that my 6-year-olds are a bit uh, giant. So, to all my pals with kids their age: Heads up. You're gonna need new hangers at about size 8-10. You are welcome.

They're all grown up. I just need to teach them how to make my coffee for me in the morning and they are totally on their own. My babies. All grown up. Uggh.

That's how I roll.