And that's why i don't go to Vegas.

Of all the crap i have to lug to The Thunderdome for Trixie and Dixie's 8 hours of battle, the items that annoy me the most have got to be the Change of Clothes. I hate packing these items because

1) i have to think out another whole outfit for each kid the day.

and

b) the clothes in the bag take away from other outfits i plan during the week.

but i usually* put myself through the pain in the ass process because the MOMENT i forget to put clothes in the bag, i'm reminded by the daycare staff.

but lately, i haven't been that, shall we say, vigillant about the clothing i've put in the bag, telling myself "self, if they actually end up NEEDING clothes during the day, it will surely only be a shirt or a pair of pants. not both. SURELY not both, self. so it don't matter if the tops and pants don't match. you'll be replacing pieces, not outfits!"

well, guess what the hell happened today?

yeap: they ended up needing both the shirts and the pants. and what sight does that mean i was greeted with when i showed up this evening to pick them up?

Let me paint the picture:

Light Blue long-sleeved shirts with pink horizontal stripes and a pink heart in the center, topping a brown pair of pants with pink, green and yellow stars.

as they say during New York fashion week: the outfits were an atomic hot mess.

and my kids were standing in a room, dressed like demented Peeps, amongst other children wearing Levis and Baby Phat ensembles. and i was convicted.

see, that's what i'm saying: i wagered and lost BIG TIME. and any thoughts i had of winning the lotto or hitting the jackpot on a slot machine flew out the window, along with my entire family's dignity.

well, i've learned my lesson and this Foe Pah must never be repeated. because you know what dressing your children like idiots leads to?

them one day dressing themselves like idiots. i won't have that on my conscience.

*yeah, sometimes i don't bother because i like to live on the edge. and i'm lazy.