Friday, October 18, 2013

ODP Day 17: Yesterday

I loathe to post yesterday's photo.

The outfit itself I liked. I wore The Dress with a army green jacket that I got from my sister-in-law's sister in a big bag of cute coats. (Thank you, Christine!) I didn't have any tights, and it was chilly again yesterday morning, so I had to wear The Dress with jeans again. Despite the jeans, I liked the outfit. But I never got a photo because Fifi was dealing with a personal morning crisis revolving around a lost library book that was due, "No you can't wear those trousers, they are still too big" and "Today is the last day you'll be able to wear those shoes, they are falling apart." So with her in floods of tears and tantrums, I never got my picture taken. I got hers though.

Trying to smile amidst the tears

Fifi wore Her Dress with a cream zip up hoodie, fuchsia leggings, stripey socks and those silvery shoes that have been worn a few too many times and the souls are flopping off as she walks in them. I was going to French braid her hair for her, since she got up early enough and had a shower, but the Search For the Missing Library Book took over the whole morning. We never found it. (It must be somewhere though.)

So it wasn't until I was about to go to blog last night that I remembered I hadn't taken a picture. I had fallen asleep on the couch while feeding Jaguar, and I looked a mess. I had Scott take a picture of me briefly. My hair is all over the place and my complexion is pale and groggy. I had taken off the jeans (in fact, I'd taken off the jacket too, so I put it back on for the photo) so I asked him to just get my upper half. Below is a terrible picture of me. Ew.


So this morning, I'm still in joggy bottoms and a t-shirt while my dress is in the dryer. Fifi is off school today, so we're kicking back lazy-style. Well, at least I am. Fifi has already had two or three Drama Queen moments this morning. She's only six; I thought I had at least five more years before this started! I've got Lolly watching Finding Nemo (first time, they've never seen it, because it is the most stressful Pixar film I have ever seen) and Jaguar is wandering around room to room finding things he's not supposed to have. So I should probably get back out there and keep an eye on him.

Oh thank you, son, for the remote control. I'll take that.

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