The kids wear dress clothes to school. It’s not oppressive, just some version of khaki’s and a polo. No biggie, right?
This past Sunday morning, CJ comes up to leave for church in jeans. This is a no-go at my house! I just looked at him and said, ‘Jeans?’.
He said, ‘It’s all I have.’
I replied, ‘That’s impossible. There’s nothing in the laundry room.’
So I went downstairs and searched.
And I searched.
I stopped searching and went to church then I came home and I searched.
Now I wonder, HOW DO YOU JUST LOSE ALL OF YOUR PANTS????? Not just one pair, mind you, but THREE FREAKING PAIR OF PANTS?????
I’d be happy if we could just find the ones I know he took off in his room on Friday evening!! At the very least they should still be there!
The very worst part? The room is immaculate. Nothing on the floor. Nothing shoved under the bed. Nothing exploding from the closets or drawers.
Does anyone else have this problem?
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