Wednesday, November 12, 2014

#Momfail Episode 2: I Said I Was Done

How does a #Momrocks episode derail into a #Momfail episode? 

This is how. 

You take a 5-year-old girl to a concert on a school night (Mom freaking rocks!) and then take her to swimming lessons in the morning (Mom still rocks) and then...make her take a bath and get dressed for school. You ask a worn-out little girl who is exceptionally touchy about how clothes feel on her body to get dressed.

Kid cannot stand when clothes feel "funny." And rather than explaining why they feel funny, she irrationally loses it. Yes, I just said that my 5-year-old is irrational. I know. She's five. But still, this is one of the most challenging parts of parenting her. 

"My socks are bothering me!" "I can't wear tights, they feel funny!" "My pants are sticking to my legs!" "Nooo! Undershirts are weird!" "My shoes are slippy!"

It's not just shouting the problem. It's an immediate meltdown the moment the clothing goes on. Tears. Kicking. Screaming. I am always at an utter loss. It's not all clothing, thank heavens, or else we'd have an even bigger problem. It's certain clothes at certain times. It usually has to do with her feet (socks, tights, leggings, shoes). 

I usually have the patience for one or two outfit changes, but after that, I'm done. And today I told her so. And her beautiful little face crumpled and all she heard in her "irrational" five-year-old mind was that I was done...with her. 


We were running late to get Daddy from the train station and she hadn't eaten lunch yet, and she still hadn't put any clothes on, so I gave up today. I told her to put her pajamas on and I bundled both the girls in coats and we drove to the train station. 

Yeah, she got to miss school today.


And tomorrow...well, like Scarlett O'Hara says, it's another day. Another day to tackle the clothes battle, to go to school, to prove to her that although I will inevitably reach a breaking point again and need to be done with whatever it is that I need a timeout from, I will never be done with her. Ever.

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