I can't post about National Daughter's Day right now.

I'm too tired after going through my 6-year-old daughter's socks and undies, and finding there were no fewer than 5,000 of each. About half the underwear too small, and roughly 75% of the socks with no match. Where do stray socks go, anyway? Sock heaven? It's more than they deserve for their abandonment issues.

Also, there were a couple of infant socks. Maybe more than a couple.

I mentioned she's 6, right?

Most of it all is going in the trash. Just look at that overflowing thing. I sort of expect Oscar the Grouch to pop out any second and be like, "Bitch! Pull yourself together. Infant socks? I mean, really".

But guys, life is busy as you know.

At least now my daughter has semi-organized drawers. She deserves it, because she's the best.

While I was staring at her cute little baby socks that had no business still hanging around, Google Photos had the nerve to give me one of those "they grow up so fast" slide shows of my daughter starting with her as a baby messily feeding herself Cheerios into the chubbiest chipmunk cheeks.

She has grown so fast.

But I love her even more now. I want to be like her when I grow up. Kind. Selfless. Unashamed.

And that's what I'd say if I wasn't too pooped to make a National Daughter's Day post.

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