This morning, as is the norm, Elegant was a bit s-l-o-w to get ready.
So many decisions that needed to be made, such as WHICH pink dress to wear today and WHICH flowery leggings for warmth under the pink dress and WHICH pink socks and WHICH pink sweater?
My god, the choices, they are so difficult.
Then, El's hair had to be styled. We have recently pulled out the Christmas hair thingies, which led to another agonizing decision. Christmas trees or angels or Santas? Ultimately, she went with two (not matching) Christmas tree rubber bands to create two water spouts. Given how short her sassy little bob is now, the two waterspouts were essentially devil horns. Appropriate.
And then after all that, it was on to the shoes. Which ones? The blue suede boots? The pink sneakers? No, today it was the purple mary janes.
When I am exasperated or frustrated or trying to make a point, I will call Elegant by her real first name and not her nickname. If she's really not toeing the line, I'll go with first and middle names. Today, I had to use first, middle, and last names -- each syllable very clearly enunciated: ELEANOR MEREDITH B----!
THAT got her attention. For about a nanosecond.
Time was ticking. We really needed to get out the door.
As Elegant made the difficult decision about WHICH pink Hello Kitty gloves to wear, I grabbed her coat and got it on her body. I zipped it halfway and then reached for a scarf to keep her neck warm.
As I started impatiently wrapping the scarf around the girl's neck, Pete looked at me and said, "Don't pull it too tight even though I know you want to."