Winter weather has officially arrived. The waterer in the chicken coop has frozen solid, each morning our field is covered with a sparkling blanket of frost, and I’ve changed everyone’s sheets to flannel. Though we haven’t had any snow yet, I have been suffering beneath the weight of a different kind of avalanche: the winter snow gear.
Open the famous (or I suppose I should say “infamous”) Bean Family closet at your own peril. Now, piled atop the fall jackets and sweaters are winter coats, hats, mittens, gloves, scarves, boots, and woolen socks. If you dig far enough into the rubble, you might actually see the coat hooks Dan installed to keep the closet organized. Those brave souls who dig deeper still, might even discover the long-lost milk crate on the floor which is the intended receptacle for boots and sneakers.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Being a mom makes my life ridiculously simple. While others might have to ponder and reflect to determine the best use of their free time on a Saturday morning, I have no such dilemma. When a mother opens a closet door and is buried by a landslide of winter outerwear, God’s will for her morning becomes abundantly clear: Clean out the closetnow!