This has been a crazy summer. In the beginning, it wasn’t so crazy. The kids had themes, the girls matched on some days or at least wore the same colors, even though Layla was staying home with Aunt Brenda and Rowan was going to school. But as the construction in the house went on and on, I gave up.
For the first time since I became a mother, there were no themes. The kids could pick out whatever they wanted to wear every single day. And I didn’t pick up the iron once.
It was like or rather it’s like we’re living in bizzaro world. What Jory’s striped red shorts don’t match his white and orange checkered shirt, oh well if that’s what he wants to wear then so be it. I’ve become a person I don’t even recognize.
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