We place the last off-season kids’ clothes into boxes. Stacks of shorts and t-shirts, as well as size- and season-labeled boxes, start to litter our bedroom floor as soon as the slow tug-of-war between hot and cold weather begins. My husband sorts them and carries the keepers to the attic; the Goodwill boxes to the car; and the trash bag full of items that no one would want to the garage.

I breathe a sigh of relief, beam at him, and declare, “Now we can have company!” He looks confused, but I know how this cast-off clothing chaos has stolen my peace.

Please stop by (in)courage to read the rest of the post and weigh in on what steals your peace.

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