I know, I know, it's the end of the school year and having our kids dress up in kooky outfits for a week is a way to let 'em blow off steam and have some fun. But for most of the parents I know, including myself, the whole week is kind of a big fat nightmare.
Monday was "Pajama Day" and Risa and I argued about the fact that her nightgown was going to be WAY too hot to wear all day long. Then there was the nightgown that was way too short, followed by Risa complaining that she doesn't have any cute pajama tops. She left for school in a t-shirt and shorts. That was day one.
Tuesday was "Cartoon Character" day. Risa decided to be Elmo. She worked for over an hour making a fishbowl with "Dorothy" in it for extra effect, and then accidentally left this prop in the upstairs bathroom before taking off for school. Bad news.
Today is "Favorite Sports Team" day. Easy, right? Not for our family who doesn't follow any actual sport and may be the only family in the entire Boston-area who doesn't own a Red Sox t-shirt. We're probably violating a state law with this one. So we sent her off, feeling a little sheepish, in a stained, pink, shirt that says "soccer" on it.
We still have Thursday and Friday to go. I can't bare to look at what torment is next on the list. You know what is going to lift my spirits? This weekend...when the hysteria of finding the exact right outfit each day of the week is over and done with. Rah.
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