I took the girls school clothes shopping yesterday. The experience was relatively painless until we reached the cash register. A1 could be trusted to shop solo then meet up with her selections for the final mom stamp of approval. A2 chose clothes in blues and blacks. Although some of her dark clothes were decidedly more feminine than those from past years. A3 needed the most supervision and weeding out the riotous, eclectic selection she’d tossed haphazardly into the cart into organized outfits took some time. At some point I also returned my hair to a more dignified, shade of brown, without the pinkish colored stripes.
In addition to clothes shopping we had a post office trip, a drive to the insurance agents for paperwork completion, volleyball practice and a trip to the eyeglass store to pick up A3’s new glasses. She was excited about wearing them for several hours but then she decided she’d had enough. She handed me back both pairs and asked if she could take the eye test again. “I only missed one letter on the test mom, maybe I’ll get it right this time.”
Tonight we meet their teachers and then tomorrow we’re officially off and running. I’ve still not hemmed any of my work pants, ordered prescription refills, typed the menus and morning schedules or about a billion other things.
An executive decision, seconded by Bonny, led to a downgrading in the knitting project department. Anything requiring actual thought or counting with more than one hand has been retired to the wardrobe for several weeks (or longer). Miscellaneous worsted weight and some simple hat patterns now reside in the basket should therapeutic knitting be in order.