So of course, this whole story began during A Fashion Heat Stroke when I dressed as if it were 60 degrees, when it was (instead) 107. I kept that in mind while deciding what to wear to pick up the oldest one from camp. It was going to be a nice 80 degrees, so I felt like this was the only logical attire:
After this, I’m going to the moon, y’all.
Pickup went great. She survived camp and we were so glad to see her! We packed up and said goodbye to Camp Idlewild and were on our way.
Since I hadn’t had enough punishment the day before, I took the baby, who had been horrible all day, and the kid that was exhausted from camp, and Hubbin back to the mall to shop! Doesn’t that sound like an awesome idea? It was just as fun as it sounds. Even though we were in the car for over an hour, giving the baby plenty of time to sleep, she chose instead to give me the death glare the entire ride. She fell asleep 5 minutes before we got to The Cheesecake Factory, which every parent will agree that having a tired, cranky child fall asleep 5 minutes before you get somewhere is like the worst outcome ever.
