Anatomy of a 10 Outfit Week
When you send your kid to daycare, there are some essentials that you are required to send along: lunch, slippers, blanket (all labeled), and, most importantly, the back-up outfit. Up until recently, rarely did we break into the extra outfit. Only a handful of lunchtime mishaps and the occasional finger paint spill resulted in the need to dip into the inventory.
I try to keep the back-up outfit pretty neutral, in order to keep my Posh Spicy Girl from looking more like Punky Brewster at pick-up time. But now, seven weeks into potty training, we find ourselves in another reality. A reality where laundry is done daily, and where not just one, but two or three back-up outfits are always packed and ready to go.
This past week was a record setter: Five days – each one with a costume change. Our fashion experts weigh in…
Monday: Spicy Girl fell asleep in her lunch, which made changing her into a pull up impossible. The end of day ensemble: Brown, food-encrusted shirt with clean pink leggings. 3 stars.
Tuesday: There was some sort of pile up at the potty. Too many kids and not enough cans. Spicy Girl’s bladder couldn’t hold out any longer. The final outfit: Multi-striped turtleneck with tan corduroys … emblazoned with floral appliqués. 2 stars.
Wednesday: This one came with an incident report. Let’s just say, she got a bloody nose. All over her New England Patriots pink sweat suit jacket and matching shirt. I won’t say how the bloody nose occurred, but let’s just say it wasn’t a self-inflicted wound. Ended the day rocking a navy blue shirt with pink and white pants. 4 stars.
Thursday: SG was too focused on LEGOS and not so much on what was happening in her pants. Final look: Brown sweater with a sock monkey embroidered on the front with peach, pink and teal floral leggings. 1/2 star.
Friday: With a dinner engagement out and little time to return home for a makeover, my arrival at school was tension filled, but I felt confident – it was a bad weather day, so they were inside all day (no accidents on the playground); I intentionally sent her with a bologna and cheese sandwich (no sticky lunch mess); and, she was sent to school in a dress (no pesky zippers!). What could go wrong?
When I arrived, there she was … in someone else’s clothes. 0 stars.
