Today I felt like a shmuck when I picked up Evelyn from school. I was informed that the kids would be going outside tomorrow for just a little while. Awesome! My kid loves a break from the norm. We're all in need of some fresh air. I spend all day with 24 ten year olds who haven't been able to go outside in weeks. Trust me, I totally get it when a teacher says she needs to get the kids out for just a bit. But then they hit me with...
"The playground still has just a bit of snow on it in a few places, so you probably want to send in a spare outfit. Oh, and her snow boots."
Snow boots? What snow boots? We've been living in a polar vortex for the past three months. I don't care how fun snow is, I'm not going out with a one year old in 8 degree weather. Plus, she doesn't know what she's missing yet, so I never bought the snow boots this year. For the 10 minutes we spent in the snow I wrapped her up really well and put her in the sled. Boots not necessary.
Me: Um, well. We don't have an snow boots.
Teacher: How about rain boots?
SERIOUSLY??? I don't take my kid out in the snow, you honestly think I threw down $25 for a pair of rain boots instead? So we can frolic around in the rain? For all of the stomping in puddles we do? IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER???
Me: Well, we don't have those either. I'm good with you just sending her out in her sneakers and if they get wet could you just take them off when you come back inside? Would that be ok?
Teacher: Oh, sure! We could just do that!
Me: Great. Thanks. We'll be sure to put extra clothes and socks in her bag.
Naturally, the minute Steve got home I was out the door to Target on the very off chance that they still have some form of boot my kid can wear out on the playground tomorrow. Naturally, no boots. But if tomorrow were beach day at school she would be good to go because they had every kind of sandal, flip flop, bathing suit, and sunglasses imaginable.
