It's sometimes hard for me to remember that when dealing with a two year old, one must choose their battles wisely. I should probably write a reminder of this rule on a few post-it notes and stick them around the house, or maybe just tattoo the phrase across my knuckles.
Yesterday morning almost turned into a wrestling match when Henry refused to take off his pajama shirt and I refused to remember the golden rule. We must have spent a good 20 minutes duking it out, until I finally thought, this is a battle I shall not choose. I mean, what's the big deal if Henry wears his pajamas to school? No one is going to get hurt. I kind of felt like no respectable mother would allow it to happen, but hey, I choose my battles wisely. I am a wise chooser of battles.
So off we went. When we arrived at Henry's classroom there was a sign on the door that nearly put me into shock: "Wednesday is Pajama Day". I could NOT believe my eyes and I quickly stuffed the shirt I'd brought along into my handbag. I felt like a total jerk. Henry must have been so upset inside.
I would have known about pajama day if I had bothered to read the calendar that the daycare center publishes. At least little Henry knows what's up.
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