Dress Code

This morning Adam channeled his inner Tim Gunn.  As we stood at the door, putting our boots on and getting ready to meet the 8:40am bus that takes him to school, he sized me up.


"You're not going to wear that when you pick me up, are you?"  A hint of concern in his 5 year old voice.


He's only 5.  In Kindergarten. I thought the whole "I'm so embarrassed by what mom is wearing when she drops me off at school-don't give me a hug and a kiss-in fact drop me off at the end of the street so no one sees you" phase wouldn't commence for another, oh I don't know, 10 years from now.  But it's begun, at 5 years old.


I wake up every morning at 7:30 am.  My routine is fairly common; I get up, make coffee, shower, wake up Adam, get him in the shower, put on my workout clothes, feed Adam drink coffee, drop off at bus stop, head to the YMCA for my workout, come home, shower, yada yada yada....This morning, however I was a tad bit tired (and I got my workout in the night before).  So I woke up, made coffee, woke up Adam, got him in the shower, and got semi-dressed..   A cute lavender fleece tunic, my grey pajama bottoms, black knee length cardigan, Ed Hardy trucker baseball cap and my sparkly warm and cozy uggs.  I thought, even though I had the PJ bottoms on, I looked very 'Hollywood meets NYC junkyard chic'.  It was very Mary Kate/Ashley Olson of me.  I thought I looked cool and somewhat celebrity style presentable. 


But no, he had to go all Tim Gunn on me.  And because we were running late, caffeine fix would have to wait till after bus drop off.


So in the car up the hill on this rainy, cold and glorious Pacific Northwest morning,  I asked him what he wanted me to wear when I picked him up later in the afternoon.


He thought for a moment, then said "One of your dresses."


I just nodded my head.  It's wet, raining, windy and all my dresses are cute summer dresses.  Not gonna happen.   I got dressed up for him though.  He's just going to have to settle with my skinny jeans and sweater, 60's style hairdo outfit a'la Audrey Hepburn.


But, I'm still wearing my sparkly uggs. ;)




No children were harmed in the writing of this blog....