And I simply NEED to have a camera hanging off my neck at all times.
Today we woke up at 9am sharp. Coincidentally, that is the starting bell for her hugely expensive pre-school. We were only a little late but the price for rushing around? I didn’t get to vet the outfit. So, she wore striped tights, denim shorts, an appliqued t-shirt, a fur vest, pink sparkly sneakers, and a miner’s light on her head. They must think she comes straight from the insane asylum every day. I suffer the whole “don’t discourage individuality” self-loathing battle in hopes of a sliver of normalcy. Frankly, I don’t even know why I bother. That kid hasn’t got one hott shot at normal.
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