Not Really

Most years I bribe my kids with new clothes for Christmas card pics, but this year was different. I realized that they were both home at the same time for the first time in forever, and Christian was leaving in a matter of hours. He was asleep on the couch, afternoon was slipping away, and no new clothes were purchased. I woke him up and told him we had no time for showers, just wear what you have on. When he said he needed to wash his hair, I told him to grab a hat and let’s go! Did they match? Not really. Did it matter? Not really. Did anyone notice? Not really. Was I disappointed and determined that next year I would be more prepared? Not really.