Holy hell, it is hot in DC, people. Consequently, the stay-at-home part of the family has taken to horizontal living. I feel bad for Jack at camp and Alex at work. Presumably they have to remain vertical—at least partially so.
They’re putting up a good fight though. I arrived at Jack’s camp at pick-up time today to be greeted with, “Jack wore pants today.” I was really confused at first—whether from the heat or my afternoon nap, I don’t know—because isn’t he SUPPOSED to wear pants at camp?
It turns out that every other mother of every other camper recognized that their child should wear SHORTS, not polyester track pants when it is a billion degrees out.
In my defense, I didn’t put him in the track pants, I just didn’t catch HIS error, but still. Honestly, I don’t know how I’m supposed to be responsible for dressing more than one person prior to 8 am. That just seems unreasonable, frankly.