Today is Hawaiian Day at their after school program. Samara has a very cute Hawaiian outfit, however the shirt, I don’t feel, is appropriate for school. For two weeks, she’s been asking me if she could wear it, however, my answer was always, “you can take it and change in to it.”

This morning she comes to me with the shirt, asking again if she could wear it. I responded with my normal answer and I go to get Matthew up and put the coffee on. I stopped by her room on the way to the bathroom and she’s got a sweatshirt on. (Keep in mind, this child HATES sweatshirts…) and I immediately know why she’s got this sweatshirt on…

So I ask her, “Do you have that shirt on underneath?”

Her reply: “Ooooohhhh…I forgot….”

My mother always told me I made her blood boil, and never believed that was possible. Oh, how I am seeing how wrong I was!!!

I wish I could say this was the first time that she’s tried to sneak out of the house with something on that she knew she wasn’t supposed to wear, however, a few months ago, when I went on a business trip, she and Matthew were out the door a good 5 minutes before they were supposed to leave and just called to Tim that they were leaving. That evening, we found out that Samara were her Barbie roller shoes to school.

::Sigh::

There are many things that I did as a child, and many I wish to apologize for right now, but I don’t recall…and I could be wrong, but I don’t recall ever wearing things that I wasn’t allowed to. I take that back…sometimes I wore boxer shorts under my uniform skirt. But that was rare…dad took us to school, and too big of a risk as I might get caught.

I guess I just wasn’t expecting to run into these types of problems for a little longer. What 5 year old CARES what they wear? Why can’t she be a little more like Matt, who’s only goal in the morning is to just get dressed? Lord, sometimes he doesn’t even match!

I’m blessed with my children, faults and all, but boy they sure do make life interesting.

Until next time….