Sunday mornings can be a real pain around my house. A fight is sure to happen when trying to get AC dressed. All she wants to wear (EVERYDAY) is jeans and a tshirt. If she didn’t look like my twin, I would demand a paternity test, because for sure she was switched at birth. I’m the girly-girl raising the tom boy. I’m forever repeating “AC! We wear dresses for Jesus!”
It doesn’t work, so I usually give up and wrestle her into some ruffle bottom pants and a monogram top. Happy medium? Sometimes you have to pick your battles.
After the hour of child-wrangling is complete, this leaves me roughly 30 minutes to get dressed and out the door. Insert sweater, skirt, and tights. Easy-peasy.
xoxo-Jaime
” She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.”
Proverbs 31:25