This is what happens when your home state almost gets obliterated by tornadoes and you start making your kids wear helmets during tornado warnings. It wasn’t even raining when Emma did this, she’s just that random. I hope I haven’t scarred my kids for life.
No shirt? No pants? No problem. We do what we have to do to get by.
Like mother, like daughter. (Look DOWN, not up. This is applicable to the following photo. I totally wear shirts at the dinner table. )
THIS is what I have looked like at approximately 7am for the last 7 years– give or take a baby or two.
Keys? Check.
Messenger bag/diaper bag? Check.
Shades? Check.
Full disclosure: My “look” isn’t this together. I’m mostly in yoga pants with snot stains on the knees and wearing a sorority t-shirt that I should’ve thrown away 10 years ago.
What’s normal at your house that looks cray-cray to outsiders?
Do you carry the babies around by the ankles too??
Only when they’ve been bad… 😉