Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat ...
Except, where are your hats?
What do you mean you can't find your coat?
We have this weird room in our house next to the garage. We tried using it as an office, then a library, but it really works best as a mud room.
As you can see, the kids have their own coat hooks. And their own shoe rack. And we use the white bins for gloves and hats and scarves.
In practice, we spend an inconceivable amount of time looking for hats. and gloves. and shoes. and coats.
It is a bit frustrating.
And then once we find them, getting them actually put on is another chore.
Kate get your shoes on.
Kate why aren't your shoes on.
Kaaaatttteeeee. Shhhooooeeesss. Nnnnnooooowwww. Pppplllllease.
(that's meant to be sing-songy)
It's a wonder we ever leave the house.
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