Since having kids, my own wardrobe has dwarfed my wife's.
When four people live together in less than 500 square feet, it can be difficult to keep things organized.
Take our clothing, for example. For the longest time, my clothes lived all over the house: in a drawer in my toddler son's dresser, on a shelf in our cracked IKEA "closet" and on two open shelves in another room. My wife's wardrobe was similarly spread throughout our crowded little space.
Recently, however, we gave our kids the master bedroom, claiming a slightly smaller room as our own. Which has been so beneficial for our relationship but, in the process of consolidating everything, we've made a shocking discovery. We Gave Our Kids The Master Bedroom
I've got way more clothes than she does.
This is mostly a reflection of what happens to a woman when she gives birth to two kids in two-and-a-half years.
My wife grew out, then back in, and then out, and then back into set after set of clothes. Now, all of those clothes—including her pre-baby stuff—live in big plastic bags in the attic, whole eras of her life just filed away in the dark. Taking Off The Baby Weight Together
My wife yearns for those clothes. They are the main reason she wants to lose the last of the baby weight. She says that she does not miss her old body so much as she misses her old jean jacket. She doesn't want new clothes; she just wants her old pants to magically be a few sizes bigger. She doesn't want to build a whole new wardrobe; she wants her old wardrobe to fit her new role as Mom.
Still, despite her frustrations regarding her older clothes, she's taken the fact that I have a larger wardrobe with a good amount of humor. She thinks it's funny that I take up more closet space. She says it's good for our relationship for her to be the "man" of the house.
The thing is, I don't want to have more clothes than my wife. So she is just going to have to go shopping. I'm putting my foot down... or maybe just suggesting... or maybe slipping it subtly into conversation... or maybe I won't say a word, and just learn to love my closet. Why One Dad Embraced A Reversal Of Gender Roles