While I DID attempt for us to have some sort of rhyme and reason to our outfit choices, it became too much of a struggle to get everyone in agreement, and I quickly realized it wasn’t that serious. That was a hill not worth dying on.
You’re so hardcore, die-hard on social media, but not when I see you in person (but thank you for that).
My house was a mess and nobody had clean socks. Something had to give. I weighed my options. On the one hand I adored my kids, but they were so needy, smelled like play-doh, and had crusty fishy crackers in their hair.