Let me start off by saying that I thank my lucky stars every nite that I have happy healthy children. With that being said, every year about this time I find myself wondering why they had to grow 2 inches over the summer. The thing is, I never notice that they've grown until the first cold day of fall when they have to wear their pants to school.You'd think after 13 years I would take it into consideration that, yes, it is going to get cold, and, yes I should buy them new pants before the cold hits. I just never think to, I'm a procrastinator.
Every fall it's the same scenario, we wake up one morning, and there is frost on the ground. That's my cue to start digging under the beds to find a wadded up pair of jeans that have been there since last winter. After wiping off the stains, and throwing them into the dryer to get out the wrinkles, I give them to the kids. When they come out to model them, there is always an inch of ankle showing. I try to appear calm and tell them to pull their socks up, maybe noone will notice. But who am I kidding?
Olivia, my 3 year old, is down to 2 pairs of pants. One pair that fit great, they are just lost at the moment. The other pair are an inch too big in the waist, and an inch too short in the legs. I had to take her out in those today in order to buy her new pants. What a sight she made. She is going through a phase of not bathing. Don't judge me, I'd rather bathe my cat than to try and hold Olivia down for her weekly hosing off. I keep her wiped off, but her hair is another story in itself. I'm not even going to admit to the last time her hair saw the business end of a hair brush. I have been tempted to chop it off, but she will not stay still long enough. Needless to say, she basically looks like a wild animal. A very cute one though!
As we're walking through Target I look down and notice she is wearing 2 different flip flops. She insists on dressing herself, and for some reason she thinks as long as she's wearing shoes, it doesn't matter if they match or not. So, here I am, with a toddler wearing 2 different shoes, hair knotted up sticking out in all different directions, with her butt crack shining. I was horrified. I'm actually shocked that noone was trying to give us spare change and the phone number for the nearest soup kitchen.
Long story short, we get into Target, she starts throwing a tantrum, I walk right back out the door. So here I am in the same boat, faced with the prospect of taking her out into public looking like a wild child again. I'm already dreading it.
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