The teachers at my kids school must think I'm either crazy or dirt poor. I'm not sure which. On most days I'm not sure I care. My youngest has gotten into a phase where she insists on choosing her own clothes every day. On most mornings when we need to be out the door by 7:10am I am not about to go to battle over clothes.
Today when we left the house it was 45 degrees outside. By the outfit my youngest is wearing you would think it's 85 degrees. Granted it will get up to the 60's today, but it will be a while until then. I at least made sure she had her puffy coat on. She liked it at the time she tried it on, but of course, she doesn't like it anymore*.
So, dear sweet teachers: trust me. I keep hoping that she will learn a lesson and dress a little more warmly. She is a very opinionated little blessing from God. I'm not going to die on the battlefield of dress code until she tries to leave my house looking like a two bit tramp.
* I think I liked her a little better before she could express so many opinions. She changes her mind constantly and it drives me batsh*t crazy.
As they say, "You spend the first two years of their lives teaching them to walk, talk, and think for themselves. You spend the rest of their lives telling them to sit down, shut up, and do what I say."
ReplyDeleteI think that's one of the reasons my mom loved our uniform-wearing elementary school! lol
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