Holy horrid hotpants!!

If you’re at all like me, or really 90% of other normal people in this world- sometimes laundry gets the best of you.
You build up so much that you end up doing seven loads in one day only to find yourself with four baskets full of clean unfolded unsorted clothes, just waiting for you to put it away. Only.. you don’t. You can’t seem to find the time.
Eh, priorities, right?

So then when the time comes where you go into your drawers or your closet to find clothes that are actually sorted in a logical (or at least not a clusterfuck) manner- you realize there’s nothing left. The only thing to do is to dig through that pile of clothes like a dog hiding a bone and hope you find what you’re looking for. Or maybe just something that is CLOSE to matching.
After days of doing that, you give up- and say SCREW IT, and stop matching your clothes.

And then all the ones you’ve already worn get ahead of you once again, and you now have this huge pile of mismatched crap and a closet full of nothing acceptable- and you have to deal with looking hideously uncoordinated or wear something stinky that’s been caked in baby vomit and a sprinkling of urine.

Or maybe you just forgot to do your laundry and have nothing left but the stuff you wouldn’t ever wear in public on any normal day.

Either way- the end result is the same.

And it doesn’t always just pertain to adults. Oh no.. it ends up effecting the children too.
Children in ugly outfits.. reminds me too much of the 80s and all the cringing i’ve done looking back at photos.

Parker doesn’t have much in the 6-9 month age range to begin with. As I said before, I ALMOST expected him to be able to wear Holden’s hand me downs for this season- but those are all 12 month since he was gigantababy.
We did stock up a little bit, just in case. And by a little bit, I mean a LITTLE bit. Couple pairs of shorts (it was only one, now it’s 3?), handful of onesies. Not enough when you consider how much that kid likes to liquid poop all over everything and then finish it off with a layer of spit up. He blows through his stash far too quickly for us to keep up with laundry wise. And i’m not the type to throw one or two things in the wash and turn it on. Full load or nothin’!

So today became that day.. where either it was dig through a huge pile of baby & toddler clothes and HOPE to find a pair of shorts (needle in a haystack).. or stick him in one of the leftovers.
And the choice, because I was out of time, was leftovers.

I do not know where I got this thing. I think it was a hand-me-down from someone.. somewhere… if I bought it myself: FOR SHAME!!!!

Ugh.. Hot pants overalls with a tugboat on it. Allow me to swallow the little bit of vomit in my mouth.
To you, this might just be super cutesy. We don’t do super cutesy.
Overalls? To me there’s a cut off where it becomes unacceptable put overalls on a baby. Parker passed that cut off about 3 months ago. Tugboat?? Ugh. We don’t do tugboats, trucks, sports crap or tractors on baby clothes.
And the length of those shorts. Ohhhh my no. He could catch a cab in New York City in 5 seconds flat wearing shorts that short.

He might as well be singing “The hills are alive with the sound of music” in Switzerland.

Needless to say, he will never be put in that outfit again. I will dig through the massive pile of clothes fruitlessly for 30 minutes if it means avoiding sticking him in that heinous embarrassing thing.

On that note:
Anyone want it? Get it out of my sight!!

Posted on April 8, 2010 by Holdin' Holden 2 Comments
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