Wednesday - October 28, 2009
Sending our 12-year-old daughter to a private parochial school has an upside and a downside. The upside is that it’s an academic curriculum infused with Christian education. The downside is that it’s an additional expense - a major one.
Besides the obvious benefits, my wife likes the fact that everyone has to wear a school uniform. These days our daughter is all about fashion and clothes, so the what-to-wear-to-school-today conundrum gets taken completely out of the equation. Our daughter’s school wardrobe consists of five sets of “skorts” and school polo shirts, one set for each day of the school week, a plaid dress skirt and one PE uniform, consisting of a T-shirt and shorts. Oh, and there is a sanctioned jacket and, of course, approved school logo socks.
Halfway through the school year, we’re realizing that maybe we didn’t buy enough uniforms to reduce the laundry factor. In other words, my wife has to launder uniforms nearly every day. It does-n’t help that our daughter, because of her disdain of them, leaves the used uniforms all over the house.
Every night just before bedtime, when my wife realizes that our daughter doesn’t have a clean uniform to wear the next day, we have to do a house search to find them. I tell my wife that the only cure is to let her wear “dirty” uniforms if they don’t make the laundry room.
Problem is my wife works at our daughter’s school, so naturally the little princess needs to be clean and pristine. This is an obsession for my wife, and last week it reared its ugly head. Our daughter is very active in school sports, but unfortunately due to a glitch they don’t have their team uniforms.
That means they have to wear their PE uniforms, of which we only have one set. One night at around midnight, my wife jumped out of bed exclaiming that she needs to wash our daughter’s PE uniform for the next day. She enlisted me to help her search the house for the lone missing uniform.
Our daughter, barely rousted, couldn’t remember where she left it. We looked high and low for the darned thing, and I even went outside and checked my wife’s car. I couldn’t believe that at 1 a.m. we were still looking. Suddenly I heard my wife scream, “I found it!” I asked where the heck it was and nearly fainted when she told me. It was in the last place we’d think of looking: in the clothes hamper.
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