At the risk of sounding like a complete and utter kill-joy, I already hate it. Why? Certainly not because I have a hatred for books or dislike for celebrations, on the contrary! But because yet again, the dreaded email arrived in my in-box last week: "please send your child to school, dressed as their favourite book character"....
If you're anything like me then your heart will also have sunk to the floor on reading a similar email. I am not crafty, I have next to zero imagination and as you can tell, enthusiasm is distinctly lacking. Don't get me wrong, I admire those wonderful mums who create all manner of fabulous outfits, but I am not one of them. Me? I'm more likely to plump for a last-minute plea on Facebook, having buried my hand in the sand for the previous 2 weeks (you can read that post here!) or hunt around for a 'buy it now' costume on ebay which can be delivered in 24 hours!
Recognising my lack of creativity, about 2 years ago when this request for an outfit cropped up yet again, I decided that my children were old enough to come up with the ideas themselves and gather together the necessary items. Here is what they came up with....
|Can you guess who they are?|
Yes they might look cute, but do you think they managed to pull it together themselves? Of course not, who was I kidding?! I forgot that I was a control-freak and would never able to leave them to their own devices! Thankfully my eldest is now in Secondary School and will no longer be required to dress up, ever - phew! But my other two are like chalk and cheese - one dislikes dressing up at all, preferring to blend into the background; the other one discards all of my 'easy' ideas as boring and unimaginative, wanting to be different from everyone else in an attempt to be noticed!
In protest, I am thinking of sending my children to school on Thursday 7th March, with this little note pinned about their person:
Do these dressing up days fill you with dread or do you enter into them with great gusto? If you fall into the category of 'crafty mum', please don't be waving your glue stick at me for being such a poor excuse of a mother, but instead take pity on me. I need help!
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