I can't find my skirt. That's the only skirt I had in my mental wardrobe for today. I've already picked the top. I'm already wearing the top. Adjustment will be disproportionately difficult if I can't locate the damned thing soon.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I overslept, but not by enough that I couldn't have made up the time if I had tried.
I'm pretty sure watching part of the Second David Job doesn't count as trying.
I can't find my skirt.
You need to do like Sara, and obsessively lay out your clothes the night before, down to socks, barrettes and/or headband. This follows asking me politely to check the weather, so she can plan appropriately.
You need to do like Sara, and obsessively lay out your clothes the night before, down to socks, barrettes and/or headband. This follows asking me politely to check the weather, so she can plan appropriately.
Too cute. How old is she now?
She's six, sj. And obsessed with her clothes. It's adorable and ... wearying at the same time.
I overslept, but not by enough that I couldn't have made up the time if I had tried.
I was glad to learn this morning that I can oversleep some and still make my ride to work. Good one!
Six!
I wish mine cared at all about the weather. Or about wearing socks so her feet don't stink. Maybe Thomas was dumbfounded by the foot stench.
She's six, sj. And obsessed with her clothes. It's adorable and ... wearying at the same time.
At least your not having huge fights with her in the morning to just pick something and get dressed, right?
You need to do like Sara,
I wanna be Sara when I grow up. I'm horrible about planning clothing.
13 year old boy version of this is trowing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, mom kicking him back to put on clean jeans, putting on socks and shoes, then standing just outside the front door to gauge the weather. It has to be actively raining or snowing for him to grab anything heavier than a sweatshirt.
Oh, it's true, sj. I'm really not complaining. But every once in a while she'll lose her little mind and want to pick out Monday's clothes for school on, like, Friday afternoon. Take a pill, kid.