Earlier this week, I was fortunate enough to receive an invitation to attend a camp oriented fundraising event and – given that camp is where my ambitions lie, I made the quick call to hire a sitter on a Tuesday night and go. Hil was already at a budget meeting for the nursery school executive committee she sits and and both of us grappled with the idea that we were entrusting the kids to a sitter on a week night when the plan typically is for one of us to be home to make sure that school night bed times run as smoothly and on time as possible. Setting aside the fact that it is quite likely that the children behave better for a sitter than they do for us, it was a bit of a mental wrestling match to make the decision between duty to children and family and personal ambition. On this particular night ambition won. Perhaps that internal conflict is fodder for a future post.
Anyway – it was a semi professionally associated event I was heading to and so I made the decision to wear a shirt and tie. And I'm glad I did because if I hadn't then I might not have attracted the attention of number 1 and number 2 who made certain to have their say in the decision making process as to what I should wear. I had to provide multiple permutations of shirts and ties before I could get sign off to leave the house. Is it a cliche if I suggest that, with three daughters, I will never be lacking fashion advice? Perhaps. But I'll take it all the same. Charlotte and ruby both have a flare for bright colour combinations when they pick out their own clothes and I could do worse, and have, when making my own decisions.
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