But it's NOT Friday!!!

Day of the week underwear is

the bain of my existence!

Whatever possessed me to buy them

in the first place

is beyond me.

I think I was tricked by the vibrant colors

and the fact that they were

on clearance

because no self-respecting mom

of a picky,

opinionated,

must have everything the way it is supposed to be

or the earth will not keep spinning,

budding speller

who is obsessed with the beginning letter of every word

would buy them if she were not

coerced!

{tr.v. co·erced, co·erc·ing, co·erc·es
1. To force to act or think in a certain way

by use of pressure, threats, or intimidation; compel.}

Do you know what it means to own a set of

day of the week underwear?

Well, let me tell you.

First it means that you have to keep up with the laundry.

No way around that one,

because if you miss a day or two,

or if Thursday gets lost

under the bed or behind the

bathroom door when laundry time comes around

and it's

not available on it's required day,

{Like today when I've got a clean pair of Friday

and Thursday is in the wash!)

you must do one of two things.

1. Convince your daughter that it is a different day than it really is.

Sounds great right?

Easy enough,

just switch the days of the week around at will

to coincide with your clean laundry.

But, my friends, this is NOT the way to go

when the very school system that is doing so much

to give your child a great academic start

conspires against you in this case.

This may have worked last year,

but now in Kindergarten

we've crossed to point of no return.

Picture this scene:

Bren walks into class and sits down in circle time.

The teacher asks,

"Class, what day is it?"

Bren raises her hand and proudly shouts out

with unwaivering confidence

that it's Friday.

After all, she and mom had just discussed this only 30 minutes ago.

"No". The teacher says. "It's not Friday."

Confused, but without hesitation,

Bren says,

"Yes, it is, because I'm wearing my Friday underwear!"

The laughter that would ensue

is easy to hear even

in this imaginary scenario.

Little red faced Bren

would not only have a hard time raising her hand in class again

but it would be difficult to put much faith in mommy after that one,

So obviously option number one will not work

in my case.

2. Convince your daughter that Thursday is really spelled F-R-I-D-A-Y

or if she doesn't buy that,

(since she's obsessed with beginning letters and learned "F" last week)

then convince her that Thursday is pronounced Fursday.....

You get to keep your "F" and you wont miss the bus!

There would be less public humiliation,

which could save me lots of money spent on counseling later,

but then again,

that money might have to go into tutoring

to "de-mom" her phonics!

Sigh.

See there just isn't an easy solution!

So, mom's of the blog world,

I implore you,

on behalf of your sanity,

DO NOT buy day of the week underwear

even if they are in fabulously fun colors and 75% off!

You will thank me later!

I was this close this morning to taking a sharpie and writing

T-H-U-R-S-D-A-Y

across the front of a solid white pair of undies,

which we call "blanks" and of which we have many

because Bren refuses to wear them

(unless she's modeling something that is white)

because,

well,

they are blank

and

they are white!

But, luckily,

I spotted a long lost pair of disney princess underwear

in the back of her top drawer.

Cinderella saves the day!!!

And we made the school bus!