About an hour before the school bus rolls down the street every morning, if you listen very closely you can hear the collective groans and hair pulling of mothers everywhere as they try to fight their kids into presentable, weather appropriate outfits. Something that’s warm enough to ward off frostbite, yet pulled together enough to avoid implications of gross neglect.
If you don’t have kids or your kids are not quite old enough for an opinion on their personal style, trust me. The struggle is real.
Even my almost four-year old (who sometimes gets confused between shirts and dresses) is in on it. She likes to give me increasingly impossible hints as to the specific pieces she wants to pair together on a given day. Yesterday it was a dress with a dress (see also: sweater) over it, tights that were too small, and an additional sweater that I talked her out of. That was a good day. Today, I’m pretty sure she’s paying me back for being so agreeable by insisting on bright red pants and a lavender sweatshirt solely to injure my eyes.
And do not get me started on the eight year old. Let’s just say the girl is not intimidated by color or pattern. She slaps it all together in whatever way strikes her fancy on a particular day. She also doesn’t let me even think of doing anything with her hair.