70 Pairs of Underwears

So the potty training is going well. Ivory was very ready (I guess her silly mother was holding her back). We have an underwear drawer in the bathroom where the girls go when they need panties. Luckily since I have all girls, I don't need to separate out any underwear; they all just go in the drawer. Ivory knows where to go and she knows what to do. She even likes to put them on by herself (I just have to show her which side is the front). Most of our underwear has come from Grandma. She knows that it is better to have more than less underwear for those kids who don't pick up on potty training quite as well as Ivory (um...that would be my first two children). But, Grandma has failed to STOP buying underwear. The drawer was getting quite jammed before the trip to Idaho, but after they came back from time at Grandma's, it was ridiculous. They came back with more princess panties and the drawer could no longer hold the plethora of underwear we own. Just for kicks, I decided to count them. So, counting the ones I could find (which I think is most of them), we have 70 pairs of underwear. Anyone in need of little-girls panties??
It has taken some stress off me. The other day, Ivory did have one accident (the only one so far). She had a bit of diarrhea that took her off guard and she smudged a set of undies. I only felt slightly guilty that I threw them away instead of scrubbing them out. This guilt comes from my insane need to not waste things, but I think we will manage with our 69 other pairs of underwear. And don't worry, next time I will clean them out like a good mother should.

Oh, and Santa, we don't need any underwear for Christmas, thank you.