Figuring Out Fall

What is it with the change of seasons that gets me so flummoxed about clothes?  I don’t have a particularly large wardrobe of clothes; I have rules that allow no more than a fixed amount of clothing in my closet—specifically no more than I have hangers.   The remainder of my clothes and shoes follow similar quantity restrictions, keeping my overall choices in outfits reasonable.  

But for some reason, every time the season changes I can’t remember what I did the prior year at that time.   I have jeans and other long pants, but did I wear boots or sneakers and which shirts went with which pants?   Sure, I have a few new things and I’ve retired some older things that were worn or not fitting well, but for the most part this should be an easy thing to figure out.  

As it’s turned colder over the past two weeks I’ve had to figure out fall again with my wardrobe.   I dislike putting on something only to look in the mirror and take it off again because those things together make no sense.    

I think some of it is my disinclination to change clothing gears.   I try to hold on to things like wearing sneakers—which makes sense for summer—with clothing that works better with boots.  

It’s two weeks in now and most of it’s come back.   I didn’t think about what to put on this morning in the dark and was out the door to my early meeting without even turning on the light in the closet to get dressed.

The Big Boy Update:  My son was not in the mood to go to the potty the other night but I could tell from what I was hoping was gas that he needed to go.   I told him to go into the toilet room and let me know when he was done.   He looked at me as I stood in front of him as he sat on the potty and said, “when I say buhdongieface that means the poop’s out.”   I didn’t argue, I walked away and waited for his call, which happened about a minute later.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My children were playing the other evening when I heard my daughter call out something.   I said, “did you just say, ‘hey bro’”?    She said, “yeah, I’m talking to my brother.”