Every single Sunday, I am reminded of my mom. EVERY. SINGLE. SUNDAY.
You never realize the neuroses that you're going to pass onto your children. Some are bad. This one... not necessarily.
When I was a girl, there was a LAW. Irrevocably decreed, even. Girls wear slips under skirts/dresses. That's it. No questions asked. Now, there have been times when, as an adult, I'm wearing a skirt that is lined, or for example, wool (aka opaque). Do these situations require slip wearing? According to my mom, YES.
According to me, not unless I can find one?
The other Sunday, I grabbed a lined skirt out of my closet. Looked briefly for a slip, while simultaneously brushing Abbie's hair and changing Miles's poopy diaper. Also, we were inevitably running late.
Oh, the guilt. I left for church... no slip. And let me tell you. I was cursing myself all day long. Just so happens, this skirt is not lined with a slip-like polyester. No, cotton. And of course, I spent ALL STINKING DAY pulling it down! It kept riding up and catching between my legs. Oh, how I longed for a slip.
It made me appreciate my mom.