I sometimes struggle with control. If you know me well that is no surprise to you. When I was working at KVET one thing that was always hilarious to me was that when I picked up my kids, or got home from work I was getting to see what they or their babysitter, or their daddy allowed them to wear. Some days I was upset on the inside because somehow Story had talked someone into letting her wear an outfit that I was saving for something special, or the boys wore the same shirt three days in a row. Silly stuff guys, but that's my control idol!
Anyhow … now I'm home every morning with my kids, except on Tuesday mornings Aaron does all the work in the mornings because I'm a class that my church is doing called Women's Development. Yes I'm at a class at 6am folks!
Recently while Aaron was on duty getting kids to school somehow this slipped by him:
Yes, that's Amos with a striped shirt and plaid shorts. Not the best combination. I sent this picture to Aaron and said “were you asleep when you walked them to school?”. He replied with “obviously”.
He still looks adorable!! 😀 My hubby would have asked me to lay out clothes the night before. He knows he has no idea what works together. That’s why he always asked me if what he is wearing actually matches too! Lol! And well…when my kiddo’s were your kids ages we always laid out school clothes the night before. And at one point they wore uniforms to school. That was nice for all of us!! 😀
When Jonathan has taken the boys to school and I have picked them up, TWICE one of their shirts has been on backwards. I think guys might be a *bit* more function over form than us sometimes, especially early in the morning 🙂
Isn’t it crazy how our husbands seem to dress themselves well, but when it comes to the kids, reach into the waaaay back of the closet to find some obscure, ill-fitting outfit with crazy miss-matched color schemes and patterns? I’m SO with you on this! And don’t even get me started on combing and fixing the hair – or lack thereof!! It’s such a lesson for us control freaks…as long as the kids ARE dressed and happy, I guess it’s ok. I guess:)