On the three days I work, Chris and I are like a finely oiled machine in the mornings. We manage to get ourselves and three boys up and out of the house in an hour. There is no messing around here, no siree. You eat. You get dressed. And we are off to conquer the day.
Sometimes this fast paced morning juggle hits a bump or two in the road. It happened with Griffin a few weeks ago. Each morning I bring Griffin downstairs and change him for school. I leave his pajama top on for breakfast (he's a messy eater!) and Chris changes him into this school shirt while I am getting dressed for work upstairs. On many mornings, the boys are already in their coats ready to go by the time I come back downstairs. This is why I never noticed this one morning, that Chris forgot to change Griffin out of his pajama top and into his shirt laid out for school.
The teachers sure noticed though when I picked Griffin up after school and I immediately burst into loud guffaws of laughter at seeing my two year old finishing his day in his maple syrup encrusted pajama top. I haven't let Chris live it down since.
Today, I was getting Brennan in his classroom at pick up when I noticed his pants were a little long. I rolled them up for him as I commented, "Wow, B. I guess these hand me down pants were still a little big for you."
The teacher heard me, smiled and said, "Yes, and they were also on backwards."
I looked at her as I stood up and asked, "Backwards? His pants?"
The teacher laughed and as if she couldn't help herself, she said with some glee, "Not only were his pants on backwards, but his shirt was on backwards too."
Great. My kid is the child who gets sent to school with his clothes on completely backwards and his parents don't blink an eye. Just a finely oiled morning machine, right?!
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