Accepting Defeat

I am re-arranging Abby's closet for the umpteenth time and have decided at some point, a mother just has to give in. Keeping it clean? No, that's really not too bad - Abby has turned into a pseudo neat freak - cleaning her room daily to try to keep it "Gladys Clean." (I say "pseudo" because she tends to think shoving it all into her wardrobe as long as its not on the ground is gladys clean).

No, this lost fight is about arrangement. I always have you know dresses hung up, skirts in one cubby, long sleeve shirts in another, short sleeve in another, and pants in another. She never wears pants. If she does it is under a skirt. Still... for five years I've held out hope - held that cubby open for the cute little knickers and jeans Zoozie buys for Abby (Z is an optimist). And I am finally letting go. NOW the cubby's are as follows : skirts - top right, long skirts- bottom right, skirts Gramma made - top left, shirts - bottom left. Guess which cubby is woefully sparce? Yeah, bottom left.