There’s nothing more painful than having to move a family of five twice in one year. Throw in having to switch schools, adjust to different schedules and policies and then have half of the family get the flu (including myself currently), it’s been a borderline debilitating few months.
The light at the end of the tunnel is that I’m down to about eight boxes from close to 700. One of those boxes is completely filled with one thing.
I might own half of the entire amount of white t-shirts that Hanes and Jockey have produced this year combined.
I guess it all started in junior high gym class – that’s when the school handbook instructed us that our ‘uniform’ would be navy blue Umbros (throwback!) and a white t-shirt.
From that point on, I began to collect them – not only were they versatile, but they kept you cool on those hot and humid June Pennsylvania days running around the soccer field or dragging ass around the 400-meter track.
I continued this fashion trend through the summers, baling hay and straw on the back 40 acres of the farm and eventually felt a compulsive need to constantly wear them under dress shirts while entering the professional world.
Cut to present day, over the last 7 years of wrangling babies and toddlers, being doused in vomit, splattered with cooking oil or attacked with spaghetti sauce – they seemed like the cheapest option.
My biggest struggle has been knowing when to cut bait and run when the chips are down.
The result is this.
And that’s where Clorox® Regular Bleach is going to help me make some decisions.
After adding the appropriate amount of bleach (see above caption) and consulting with the washer manual and my wife several times, I ended up with 20 survivors.
Which means that there were, unfortunately, 6 soldiers that didn’t make it.
But alas, those tees aren’t trash around these parts. Anytime I have white t-shirts that are beyond recovery, I cut them into large squares and keep them under the kitchen sink or in the laundry room. They always come in handy for wiping down bathrooms or washing the truck on a Saturday morning!
Without the help of Clorox® Regular Bleach, this most necessary intervention would’ve never occurred. I thank them for helping me clear the decks and make room for the next batch of white tees that will carry me well into retirement.