Yes, that’s right. I am a 35 year old mother of two children aged 3 (nearly 4) and 5 (nearly 6), and I just threw a tantrum. I have finally lost it … my sanity that is.
There is no simple explanation, except for the fact that I am sick and tired of my children’s unreasonable
We have the same fight every day. Clothes.
They only like to wear the following:
- Short tights (the ones that come up to just below their knees), and
- Vest T-shirts – NO SLEEVES!
- Shoes: only flip-flops or sandals.
- Pyjamas – only nighties.
I do try …
I decided a while ago to just let them be – it’s not necessary to argue every single day.
My regular blog readers will remember I have written about my struggles with them many times:
- Top 5 offensive things to say to my daughters, and the results;
- Reasons Why I’m A Bad Mom – Apparently;
- When Your Kids Hurt Your Feelings;
- Why I’m Glad We Left The UK
- So. Tired.
My Saving Grace; it all ends some time.
Thank goodness we live in Africa where it is warm more than it is cold, but there is no putting it off anymore, winter is coming.
I have been trying to mentally prepare them by gently explaining the seasons to them. The fact that warm clothes are there to keep you warm and prevent you from getting sick. They are not there to irritate you to the point of complete and utter melt-down! And no, wearing a jumper does not keep your feet warm.
Whoop … there it is!
We are two weeks into the new school term and right on time, one of them is sick! Thanks preschool germs!
It’s the youngest this time, although the eldest is complaining of a sore throat so maybe both by tomorrow … lucky me!
Considering the circumstances, do you think I can get them to wear warm pyjamas, or warm clothes? Not AF!
I’m not asking for a full on thermal restrictive outfit! I’m asking for a pair of long tights (down to their ankles) and a long sleeve t-shirt with non-slip socks or slippers on whilst in the house.
The 4 year old only wants to wear the stained vest she had on yesterday and the short tights with the holes in them! No shoes!
So I lost it! I lost my shit!
With one fell sweep of my arm I cleared out her whole shelf of clothes onto the floor. I stomped to the kitchen, grabbed a dustbin bag and started filling it. The only things I left in her cupboard are those few items she deems acceptable:
- a Barbie dress that’s too small,
- 2 pairs of stained short-tights that have holes in them,
- a vest T-shirt that is faded and stretched,
- I think I left out one nightie
- and two pairs of flip-flops.
Once I got started I couldn’t stop myself. I ended up doing the same for my eldest.
By the time I was done I had gotten rid of 90% of their shoes, jumpers, swimming costumes … just about all of it!
Was it a Mom Win?
No, I am not going to win any ‘mother of the year’ awards. I will gladly present that award to the person who can make/convince them to wear appropriate clothing for the next five months, so long as I don’t have to fight with them. I am absolutely fed up!
Any takers? I’ll even throw in my house, car, and pets … you can have it all except for my wine stash – that’s for me! Anyone?
To top it off, I texted my husband to inform him that as soon as he gets home from wherever he is I will be leaving the house on my own, and not returning until I want to. I don’t even have anywhere to go, but I’ll be going.
Major Parenting Fail today, but I am defeated.
I am done.
Why didn’t anyone tell me it would be this hard?
Update: Daddy came home and everything was better … for now.
Less than two years later we moved back to the UK. The children still give me a hard time when it comes to dressing warmly and appropriately.
I still lose my shit occasionally, and I still drink wine. Parenting does not get easier.