Why is it, that when I'm freezing my butt off with the heat cranked up in my house, my thirteen-year-old tries to go out with just a thin sweatshirt? We live in Connecticut, for heaven's sake--it's a million below out there!
This year, I even relented and bought her a way-overpriced coat from the way-overpriced-shoddy-quality mall store that she loves. And does she wear it? It looks really nice on the floor of her bedroom and it matches quite nicely with the arm of our living room couch.
My friend, Monique has figured it out, though. She has four kids and she's got it down pat. Her husband will rush out to the bus stop in his boxers, yelling, "you forgot your coat!!!" I'm pretty sure their kids wear their coats to bed now.
I need to go do a load of laundry. I have to make sure my husband's underwear doesn't have any holes in it.