Well, Ella has started speech therapy. (That is not the fail.) So far... well, she kind of hates it. But to be fair, I'm sure it is a little bit hard to be corrected and put on the spot for two hours a day. Plus she's the only girl in her class, and she feels it keenly. (I thought she was too young for that.) It's only twice a week, though, so she's going to have to tough it out.
Anyhow, since she is leaving the house on a regular basis and spending it with strangers, I do make an effort to make sure that she is dressed in cute clothes and her hair is combed. At least on Mondays and Wednesdays. Well, Monday she was out of cute pants. There were plenty of dingy leggings, which are usually a fine option for me. But, you know, I don't want strangers to think we're trashy. So, I come across these really cute leggings of Charlotte's in the dryer (where I'm searching frantically for cute, clean pants). And I think, Ella and Charlotte, are basically the same size, Ella is only taller, so I'll just let her wear Charlotte's pants, and I'll make sure she's wearing her tall-ish winter boots, and no one will ever know that she is in crazy high waters. Problem solved. Children dressed. All except the shoes, which I grab, and take with me to the car. Along with the hairbrush. So we get there, brush hair, put on the boots, and I realize that they are not tall enough. So now, my child is wearing crazy high water pants, with tall-ish winter boots, and and half inch of skin showing in between.
So much for not looking trashy.
2 comments:
lmao!!! You are so funny!
Mom
I wish you'd had a picture. It would have made the story so much better! The beauty of not being a teenager . . . You can get away with things like that and not cause emotional baggage that lasts until they're 53.
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