Joelle came into my room at 8:07 this morning. And she was f-i-n-a-l-l-y ready to head downstairs at 8:35am. And what was she doing for those 28 long minutes?
Deciding what to wear!
What?? When did I suddenly become a mother to a teenager?!? She first wanted to wear her pink button-up shirt, then it was a purple-striped zip-up sweater. Oh, but then she found her monkey t-shirt that she wanted to wear o-v-e-r the purple sweater. I told her she had to rather wear it underneath, otherwise it would stretch if she wore it over the bigger sweater. So she decided she would rather save the monkey t-shirt "always just for summer time." So the purple-striped-zip-up sweater makes a re-appearance (so far this is all being done with her pajama bottoms still on).
Okay, so the top is now decided -- or so I would naively like to believe. Next step: the bottoms. She disappears back into her room for several minutes and re-appears yet again...this time wearing her dressy new skirt that she got for Christmas...and yes, her Joelle-tards!
I suggested to her that she should rather save that for Sunday morning instead of sporting it on a Friday where we are all just staying at home all day long. Surprisingly, she didn't argue too much. She decided she would just put on some jeans instead. Good call.
She bounded back into my room wearing jeans -- never mind the fact that they are about an inch and a half too short on her! -- and the purple-striped-zip-up sweater. Finally. Ready to go.
"Mom...I think I rather want to wear my pink Barbie shirt with the big red flower on it."
Boy, are we in trouble when she actually is a teenager!