There are certain things as an adult you take for granted. As a total given. You might not even realize it… Till you have kids.
Like when you wake up in the heat of summer- you don’t wear a sweater, pants and socks. Or if you wake up and see your breath, shorts and bare feet shouldn’t be your choice for the day.
Why do children struggle with the change of clothing for seasons?!
Or is it just mine?
No, I remember my brother clomping in his winter boots to elementary school with me in May. Wearing his down winter jacket and shorts. It drove me mental and I tried arguing how stupid it was. But he did it anyways. He was even the fastest kid in the school despite the winter wear attachment.
My own kids are just as bad.
Summer heat hits and I’m having a zipper war with my toddler who won’t lose the sweater. Or a full out melt down about the shorts I wrestled onto his angry body. I find socks like Cheerios- everywhere. The house and yard are littered with them because their feet get hot minuets into the day.
So I have to make a rule that they aren’t allowed to wear socks. And hide all their pants to avoid the morning meltdowns.
Finally the kids basically get it. They flip flop around in bare feet. Sport t-shirts and shorts, and of all the seasons- Summer has the least prep when your headed out the door with four.
And it’s… Fall.
Sweet mercy, why are those hated shorts so special now?
And why is that sweater as much work to get on as it was to get it off?
We go to get in the van and what? Nobody has socks?
“New rule, don’t come down the stairs in the morning without socks on your feet.”
“But MOM you said never to wear socks!”
(I cast my eyes upward to my most compassionate Father.)
You think age might help. But then you hit that boy age where just getting CHANGED in general a problem. Or bathing. (But that’s another topic)
Driving home from my sons first soccer night this week; my almost seven-year-old said, “Mom, I think my cleats are too small. My feet are soooo tight.”
“But we just bought you those this spring! Maybe it’s cause they were sinched up from you wearing them with no socks in the back yard this summer.” (cause he was too lazy to put sock on).
“Ya maybe.” He’s quiet for a while, then “Or maybe cause I didn’t bother taking off my regular socks and just put my soccer ones on top.”
“What!? Seriously?! Your wearing two socks in there?” And I went through the “Don’t be lazy speech.”
Then last night I went to tuck him into bed, and he was clearly wearing a bulky shirt crammed under his pajamas.
“Are you wearing your shirt to bed again?” We had had the conversation that at night you change out of your cloths into pj’s. You don’t just wear your dirty shirt to bed and hop down the stairs in the morning “dressed” in it.
“This ones clean!” He quickly announced.
I looked at him like he was crazy, and began to straighten out the bulk around his cuffs to let back the blood flow. “You put on a clean shirt, then your pj’s?”
“Ya. Then I don’t have to change it in the morning.”
Time saver for sure.
He’s the kid that went Hunting with bare feet in gumboots, spent the day hiking, and got a billion blisters. Went for a chilly walk with me and had to borrow my finger gloves to hook on his ears so that it looked like I was walking a moose.
He spent the beginning of this Fall wearing shorts and t-shirts, denying being cold, then protesting when I wouldn’t let him stay cocooned in a fleece blanket for the remainder of the day. “Can’t I just bring this blanket outside?”
My daughter? She just struggles with not wearing party dresses and tights to the occasion of it being daylight. Also I understand her predicament that jackets may be warm, but no one will see what I’m wearing!
When you have one kid, or even two, you can still dress them to head out the door to go somewhere. But by the time you hit four kids you basically throw in the towel and let them fend for themselves. You call out helpful reminders from your nursing chair, but the coat rooms around the corner. You just hold on to hope they chose something your not going to hear about in an hour.
Or you grab arm loads of sweaters along with your diaper bag and car-seat.
I should really have a spare pair of socks in my purse.
Why not? I have everything else in there.
We moved somewhere where Winter is the longest season by far. So if you think of me…
with 4 snow suits,
“my feet are wet”,
“I have to pee and you just dressed me”,
“this sock feels weird”,
“my huge dress won’t shove in”,
soggy forgotten gloves,
and CLOMP CLOMP SLOSH across the kitchen floor “Momma can you get the snow out of my neck? I have my mitts on….”
But on a thankful note, this year I can bend down and put my own boots on with ease;)