Okay, I realize your first thought is MY pants because, well that would be expected to those who know me, however……..no. Fitness Day 1 of leaving the children to fend for themselves at 6am went surprisingly well full of cooperation, smiles locked and loaded as well as school backpacks. It brought a tear to my eye….Sniff! And then at dinner I find out the 13 year old has walked around all day with a ripped out crotch and half the butt seam in her jeans because upon consulting the 6 year old this morning, was told “I don’t see your undies or nothin, Sissy.” WRONG! I know I should probably feel bad for not being here to stop her from entering the world like that but we have full length mirrors in our house. Seriously. What part of “I can read the lettering on your drawers through your jeans” can the 13 year old not see on her own. Sheesh.
P.S. Upon changing into pj’s tonight, the 6 yr old brought me 4 sticky Honey Nut Cheerios that somehow went into her pants pocket after breakfast. Huh?!?