Rain. I don’t even know what to say about the rain. If y’all visit one day and I’m no longer here, just know that the rain has driven me insane and I’m curled in a fetal position somewhere mumbling, “Just make it stop. Please make it stop.” A few rainy days are nice. No pressure to get out of the house or do anything.
“Hey! Let’s put up the ladybug tent, get some blankets and watch some movies! It will be fun! FUN!”
But we’ve turned a corner. The ladybug tent mocks me from the playroom and if I have to watch Cinderella try on that slipper one more time, I may seriously lose my mind. I even broke down and rented “Barbie and the 12 Annoying Princesses”. It’s not pretty.
Caroline’s new favorite rainy day activity is to change her clothes as many times as possible in a 24 hour time period. She starts in at 6:30 a.m. with “What are we doing today, Mama? I’m going to get dressed!” And off she goes to put on outfit #1.
After a breakfast of waffles and a little “Go Diego Go”, it’s time for outfit #2.
When I announce we’re going to brave the rain and go to the grocery store because I am desperate to get out of the house, it’s time for outfit #3.
I tried to fight it for awhile, but the endless rain has sapped my resolve. The inmate is running the wardrobe asylum.
Here she is in the queen dress from her Halloween costume two years ago.
This was wardrobe option #4 today and lasted long enough for her to demand that I take a few pictures. So, not only is she wearing multiple outfits a day, she is also barking orders about photo shoots, proper lighting, and making sure I get her best side. It’s like living with a miniature Naomi Campbell.
We did have a moment today, in between outfits 5 & 6, where I saw a glimpse of myself in this OCD wardrobe behavior. She was stripping down, running towards her room and yelled, “Mama! I’m going to look in my closet for something else to wear! WISH ME LUCK!”
Godspeed, little fashionista. Your mama has often uttered those same words.