What a dreary day.
Did I leave the sprinklers on again?
We went outside and it was actually drizzling.
*yawn* I’m glad I don’t have to be on a playground this morning. Where’s my coffee?
super A: “Mommy! mommy! look it’s so froggy today!”
me: “Yep it is, that’s OK don’t worry…. where’s your lunch box? I just gave it to you… where’s my camera? is the cat inside? … Super B come over here and take a picture with your sister….. NOW!”
“OMG you guys we are like soooo late!” <– I speak “teenager” now by the way.
The morning didn’t execute AT ALL like my plan. Let’s see what didn’t work.
- Last night’s “bath” swimming in the jacuzzi didn’t do much for the hair today.
- Letting my daughter pack her own lunch, her lunchbox resembles a break room vending machine.
- Buying a new style of dress that she has never worn before will guarantee tears and confusion…
Super A: “What is THIS? (as she pulls at the collar trying to detach it herself)
me: That’s called a collar.
Super A: “What’s a collar? I don’t like it take it OFF!”
me: um well I can’t.
cue the tears
- Giving her the choice between a matching and a mismatched pair of shoes will almost guarantee a #FAIL outfit every time (today was no exception). So much for those ADORABLE pink shoes we bought yesterday to go with her dress.
Good thing I truly don’t care what she wears, her classmates last year used to say she wore a uniform because she wore the same outfit day after day after day. At that point I would literally hide or get rid of the “offending outfits” that had some sort of mind control on my preschooler. This is the child that makes me rip out tags, trim, bows, lining and will refuse clothes based solely on how the “feel”. It should be said that I am guilty if tag ripping and choosing UGGS over reasonable flats.
It’s a good thing there is a standing rule at her preschool “NO CROCS”. Trust me she tried once.
Here are some photos from this froggy morning…