Throw Away my Hoodie Woobie

     If grown ups get to have a woobie...then mine is my red hoodie sweater.  It's my hoodie woobie.  It is the perfect shade of red.  It is a beautiful thick knit...not some boring cotton sweatshirt.  It was worthy of wearing with a pair of jeans and a shirt underneath.  It got me through many a cold night and many a cold.  It was my go to cover up.   It worked before pregnancy, during, after.  It had a hood if I needed to snuggle or hide.  It had perfect pockets.  There were even strings to play with...and sometimes even chew on.  Oh, don't judge...you know you do it too.  Well a few years ago a worn thread turned into a pulled string and little by little it unraveled.  Think Weezer song.  It was comical though because the two holes formed in spots where the hood attached to the back...looked like two giant eyes.  Spiderman was mentioned as I would wear it backwards to make my little one giggle.  I can't wear it in public.  It's just time to let go.  I am fine with dumping the loads of stuff I've been unloading lately but this one is a toughie.  In fact, I have had it tucked away in a closet and though I have grabbed it to throw it out time and time again...I just never had the heart.  It is late on a dreary Monday and I have no new thing for the day.  It is times like this I know what I have to do.  Now some of you will say it is not necessarily a new thing.  I disagree.  It is the equivalent of a child letting go of his blankie and living on his own.  Tonight I will throw my red Old Navy oh so perfect sweater into the trash.  I've had it for so long I couldn't tell you how many years....but I can tell you that at 10:31pm I will be without it.  Goodbye Woobie...you were a good friend and you will be greatly missed.