The kids were sent off to get ready for school … the usual morning revolting ritual.
Monkey Boy comes out wearing a shirt that is clearly too small for him. Wrists and belly button on show.
I would have argued the “wear your school uniform” point, but with the rain and all my busyness, what’s not been on the line for the last 3 days is sitting in the washing basket waiting to be attended to.
Sometimes, you just have to concede and not make it mean anything. Like you’re a bad mother for not getting this stuff done.
So, rather than go the school uniform route, I said “Can you please go get yourself another shirt so that I don’t look like a bad mother.”
“Hmmm,” he says, thinking very carefully. “No. I don’t think I will.”
And off he goes out the door to school.
