Having young children, getting party invitations means only one thing.
Major getting-ready operations.
Of course, it’s mostly my job to get the kids ready – with a little assistance from my husband if he still happens to be within my eyesight.
But being the smart man that he is, he will disappear from the chaos that is involved in getting 3 high-spirited little fashionistas to dress – to the safety of the living room where he can exercise his most important role, asking if we are done, yet!
As if choosing their outfit and fixing their hair are snap-of-the-finger-and-it’s-done kind of thing.
Well, it might if my children are not the squirmy-no-such-thing-as-sitting-still or if they are not inflicted by the mood-changes-everything kind of fashion inspirations . At times, getting them ready are so taxing that I am ready to just flop down on the bed – before we even leave the house.
Did I mention that I needed time to get ready too?
Yes, big-time stressful operations.
