Uniforms are nice in that your child wears one for PE days and another for regular days at school. This is easy. No fighting about what to wear to school; the decisions have been made. The self-expression choice amongst wardrobe are saved for the weekends, and then she can wear anything she likes. Faerie wings? Sure! Dresses and funky outdoorsy sandals? Youbetcha!
However, on school days, it also means you need to remember to have at least one ready to be worn by morning every darned day.
I remembered to wash the PE uniform...but not to hang it out in time.
I take solace in the fantasy that I'm not the only mother out there who frantically ironed and then, having had her kid put it on, hairdryered, with one in each hand, the still moderately damp polo shirt before sending her child to school.
Bethy thought it was hilarious.
I thought longingly of the dryers of my USA life, days gone by...of warm dry clothing, socks sticking to staticky blankets, the fibers all sticking up and crackling, cleaning the lint drawer...yes, it's a sad state of affairs when you pine for a dryer.
The sun is doing an admirable job of drying the clothes, really, so perhaps it's longing for autumn that's doing this to me. I have been haunting the grocery store, hoping to secure an orange pumpkin (not one of the dapply green-yellow things that smell like pumpkin, and probably taste like pumpkin, but don't look like pumpkin!) before it's too late. I have not seen one yet, but I am sure we'll secure one for Halloween, Inshallah. (I still can't work that phrase into my everyday speech except jokingly...I am beyond redemption, I suppose.)
Thomas has his costume, and I am on the prowl for one for Bethy. She has, unfortunately, been very specific about who she wants to be this year, and though I could have it in a week from ebay, easy peasy lemon squeezy, as those British kids say, I am afraid I may have to take a photo out to tailors here and have it custom made. Probably will cost us less than the junky costumes I've seen so far for sale in the store. Thomas' outfit was procured at the Dubai Flea Market for all of 10 dirhams (and a lot of sweating in the heat). THIS was a seriously lucky find.
No dryers. Or fans, for that matter. But everything else, pretty much.
Bethy said, after the buying frenzy that netted her outfits for dolls, a toy pet carrier, Barbies, (which she may have but must buy with her own money), sparkly pom-poms, faerie wings, books, art supplies, and stuffed animals:
"This is the best day of my life!"
Well, we sure got our money's worth.