Worst. Mom. Ever.

Wednesday was picture day for JE and Baby G. I had their clothes laid out the night before, so the morning would be free for wetting hair and brushing teeth and otherwise making the two of them look more groomed and presentable than usual.

JE was totally psyched about wearing his colorful Spiderman button-down shirt, since it is his favorite, and I didn't even make him get a hair cut (because we all know JE likes his bangs to touch his eyebrows, his 'side burns' half the length of his ear, and the back just long enough to keep the chicken-head double-crown cowlicks from taking over.) He promised to smile with teeth (unlike last year,) so I patted him on the head and sent him on his way.

I pondered over G's fashion choices a little longer than JE's- after all, the kid is growing faster than her wardrobe can keep up, and I had to decline her request for a dress because she has no dress shoes to go with. I settled on her her little green/aqua/white hoodie, since it brings out her pretty blue eyes, then carefully trimmed her bangs, de-smudged her face, and sent her on her way with her brother.

It wasn't until later that night I realized my fashion crime: I forgot to change her earrings!

Tiny red ladybugs with a green/aqua/white shirt?!! What was I thinking? Did I temporarily take leave of my senses? Are there not tiny green turtles and tiny blue and white dragonflies a mere two feet away on my dresser? Oh, the horror.

I am a complete and utter failure as a woman, a human being, and most importantly, as a mother. I am ready to call DCFS on myself. My only hope is the offending ladybugs may not be visible through her hair.

On the upside: G didn't really seem to notice or mind!