That’s the theme for today. Mornings usually errupt into yelling matches with last minute scrambling to get everyone out the door with their backpacks, books, lunches, projects, etc. necessary for the day. And even when items are laid out the night before (I’m sure the more organized among you will helpfully suggest this) the obstacles of grooming and dressing often cause strife and delays. I used to be adamant that my girls all be dressed in outfits with matching accessories. Their hair was combed, parted evenly and arranged neatly. I personally scrubbed their faces and hands. Teeth were inspected prior to departure. I welcomed their independence so that my own personal appearance could once again be tended to. Here’s where the warning about being careful what you wish for comes into play.
The girls are indeed able to dress themselves now. But in these later years A1 has deemed my clothing selections to be boring. I often consider hers to be socially unacceptable. Some morning outfit changes take forever and end in neither of us being happy.
A2 could care less what she wears or if it is clean or dirty. She’s more concerned with insects, reptiles and other scientific distractions. So even when she’s dressed I still have to make sure she didn’t wear the same thing the day prior, sleep in it and just roll out of bed “ready for the day.”
A3 presents a completely different challenge. She is very particular about what she’ll wear, but she has the most ecclectic taste of anybody I’ve ever met. The clothing combinations never cease to amaze me and she could rival any bag lady in appearance.
This morning A3 proudly dressed herself and came into the kitchen for breakfast. That’s when I had an epiphany of sorts. Rather than nag, plead or demand that she change clothes I simply went into the office and made her a new necklace. She proudly wore the new necklace to school and my fear of CPS paying us a visit for child neglect was alleviated.
With this battle eliminated we made it to day care in record time and I even arrived early for my class downtown. So early in fact that I pulled out the long-neglected cardigan in hopes of adding a few rows. But alas, it had slipped off of the dp needles during travel and there was significant damage. I struggled in vain to pick up stitches sans crochet hook and to replicate the lost pattern where necessary. Finally I decided to let it go. Several inches were frogged back and it’s been secured once again. This time on circular needles. Please excuse the lousy picture. I’ve just worked 9 1/2 hours and I’m currently cooking dinner so editing time is non-existent. Cheers!
* Update. Well crap. The smoke alarm just let me know that the spinach was burning. The black eyed peas are still quite el-dente. The okra and cornbread haven’t even been started. We’re eating cereal tonight.