This is a picture of happier times. Miss Udele is almost 1 now, and has somehow managed to increase in cuteness! Since after Mass today I was le tired and le haggard, this recycled picture of the same outfit will have to do.
If I had been able to really pray from my heart today at Mass, the only words I could have mustered would have probably been, “Lord, please just take me now.” Sometimes unanswered prayers are really for our own good.
I can’t even go into all the details of Bea poking the man in front of us in the bottom or Moe laying under our pew and loudly kicking upward. It got so bad that I actually left Mass after Communion and sat in the car with them until David came out with the others after Mass actually ended. Suffice to say, there were no donuts today. I love my kids. I love my church. I do not always love taking my kids to church.
Let’s change the topic before I give myself more gray hairs just thinking about Moe and Bea fighting over their favorite picture Bible.
(The pictures! The simple text! Too bad that the kids argue over it at church. Maybe I should just buy more copies. The link is to my Usborne shop, in case you’re in the market for books.)
I actually also wore this outfit sans sweater yesterday to a wedding, too, but since we were only in our fancy clothes for a couple hours, we all just recycled our wedding looks for Mass today. I doubt anyone noticed or cared that we were all in the same duds as the day before, but I don’t mind, even if they did. Anything to minimize the Insurmountable Pile of Dirty Laundry.
Plus, although there are people who like fresh looks for every big event in life, I am content to re-wear a handful of outfits until they die. This summer I rotated 5 Lularoe Carlys every single day. Maybe everyone else got sick of them, but I spent exactly 0 minutes figuring out what to wear. Then on Sundays, I had my trusty handful of fit and flares from Lands’ End and two Lularoe Amelias from which to choose. Perfect.
Now that I have edited my closet to only pieces I wear and enjoy, I am much more selective about adding to it. It’s funny that by giving away anything that wasn’t “me,” I’ve ended up spending less money and less time getting dressed. Double win! I took the textbook-only version of Hilary’s Style and Styleability course (worth the splurge for the peace it’s given me!), and although I’m hardly stylish in terms of what’s actually fashionable, I have figured out what I like.