I'm just not sure when it all happened. When did I stop caring that Seth and Jack only combed their hair on Sundays before church?
When did I stop caring that my children's clothes did not match anymore?
Or even if they wore clothes at all?
Or that they wear their sweatpants backwards because there is a whole in knee?
I think the fifth child was the magic number. I gave up trying to be all things. I gave in. I now let them wear whatever they want. Look however they want. I don't even check them before we leave the house.
Eva has worn these same clothes for 3 days straight (although she has bathed in between).
I actually let her wear this out in public today. I didn't care. We went to Wally World. We fit right in.
If you look closely, Joy has left over-spaghetti on her face.
I'm not quite sure what to make of Ivy's attire? A couple of sweatshirts? Why not just wear a coat? And white ankle socks with Mary Janes and pants too short?
Even I looked a little rough. I've been sick since March 8th. Puffy, itchy, red eyes, a cough, and I have a deep, raspy voice. It is hard to see in the photo, but even a friend saw me in the store and told me I looked sick.
But, at least my clothes were clean and they matched.
But, I can get my act together when it counts. I can get these kiddos looking good and clean.
All hope is not lost after the 5th child.