Every single year...it never fails. I vow to get everything ready the night before to avoid the chaos. I instead, wake up with the gut wrenching realization that I forgot to get their outfits.
At six in the morning, my eyes pop open as I shoot out of bed to scurry around the house in search of clean dress shirts and pants.
With the boys in check, I try to find an outfit for our five year old little girl, which is a task in and of itself. This was only the second year of picture day for her and I've learned that for girls...it's nothing short of a miracle to get it done.
By 6:20 I'm ironing, starching, looking for ties, belts...forget the belts, headbands, dress shoes...hopefully it will be from the waist up because there are NO MATCHING DRESS SHOES ANYWHERE.
I hate the morning, I hate the running around, the crazy, messy bed-head that's most definitely the worst on picture day than any. other. day. of. the. year.
The kids need to have breakfast but they can't eat or brush their teeth until after they're dressed because they'll spill. Their pajamas will stay clean, but oooooooh you put a nice outfit on and they'll have pancake syrup dripping from one shoulder to the other.
Finally getting them in the car only makes me sigh as the seat belts and backpacks flying, make their perfectly ironed outfits wrinkly and scrunchy. They don't care though...and neither should I, I guess.
It's a maddening, hectic, crazy-wild day of hustle and bustle that will represent a moment in time, which will last forever. It's that one day a year that does nothing less than act as a reminder of how quickly they're growing - and that pulls at my stomach as they run off to school...crazy haired and untucked.
Yes, I hate school picture day. Next year, I'll be ready for it though. I just know it. :)