This week I gave Isabella the coat off my back.

Literally.

“Isabella, zip up your coat it’s freezing and you have to walk home from school.”

“Mommy, literally my coat is falling apart. It’s way too small I can’t even close it around my sweater and there’s actually no zipper and look at how short it is.”

UM.

I’ll humbly wear my mom of the year sash now. Her jacket, which was a years-ago hand-me-down from her big sis was literally falling apart. But, you know, that thing called life gets in the way and up until now they have been getting away with underdressing just a tad and wearing hoodies only but a cold spell {with some added sNOw} has swooped in and now my child is officially un-coated.

So, I did what all mothers do. I sighed and gave her mine.

Is it a mom-of-teenage girls thing?

Every day I’m sacrificing my good, opaque black tights because Isabella’s have a hole in them and Emily can’t find hers.

And lest you think that this is only happening with tights, I’m also handing over my perfectly worn-in beige booties because Isabella’s fancy flats don’t really look all that great with tights. I’m giving over my brand-new absolutely perfect white t-shirt because Isabella needs to wear blue and white on Friday night in camp. I’m “sharing” my awesome flowered top with Emily because she “just wants to wear it once to school,” where “sharing” actually means “giving” and “just wants to wear it once to school” actually means “just wants to keep it forever and wear it once a week.” My new awesome anthropologie headband? Now Emily’s. My favorite black stretchy pencil skirt? Now hanging in Isabella’s closet. My magic lip gloss? In Emily’s makeup bag. My wunder unders and my best sports bras? Emily’s gym clothes now. My gum? In Isabella’s backpack. My cocoon cardigan? Emily’s now. Oooooh that denim shirtdress that I adore and brought to wear the weekend I spent at Isabella’s camp? Stayed behind at camp after I went home and is now a permanent part of Isabella’s wardrobe.

Emergency need for Birkenstocks? Take Mom’s!

Emergency need for socks? Mom’s!

Emergency need for shampoo and conditioner? Shopping in Mom’s shower of course. 

I suppose there are worse things.

I’ll probably have to get myself a new winter parka.

That’ll get stolen next winter.