Monday Mayhem

We had it adjusted perfectly. A little tugging, a little stuffing, and little twisting and her belt was just like her little obsessive compulsive self likes it. She brushed off her skirt and looked in the mirror. NOW she's content. Her skirt is just the way she wants it and her belt is the perfect tightness.

Then it happened.

We both spot her tights lying on the bed.

I tell her in my distracted, Monday Mayhem Mom voice, "Lib, put your tights on."

Her shoulders slump, she pooches out her bottom lip, she whines...."But Mom, I'll have to take my skirt off."


I tried really hard not to laugh....but once I met my husbands eyes, it was all over.

She turned 7 Sunday and she still doesn't know you can pull a skirt UP to go to the bathroom.....or apparently, put on tights.