We are having clothing issues at Casa de Martell. It seems that Joshua decided to up and grow three-feet worth of lanky legs this summer. And I know this because all of his pants from last year? Yep, three inches too short. So, well, until we can come up with a suitable alternative, i.e., replacement pants, I have tried my best to convince him that flood pants are all the rage in the third grade.
Really? I mean, come on, throw me a bone here…it’s certainly a less expensive option.
But this short-pants syndrome seems to be the least of the clothing problems around here. Some time over the summer, while Isabella was spending many a day traipsing around town in her Target sundress best, she decided that she is full-on, 100%
No. Seriously. If it has a waistband of any sort – - as pants, and shorts and skirts are apt to do – - she is not wearing it. At least not without tears and, well, the proverbial gloves coming completely off. During the summer, this became an easy process. I chose no tears over tears, like any normal red-blooded person who lives near a Target would do. You can’t really beat $6 dresses…so I bought a bunch and we lived our summer almost completely tear-free. But, I realize now that this was kind of my fault…feeding into this no waistband nonsense.
And now here we are. Heading into the cool fall weather that will soon be the cold, cold, cold winter weather. And I don’t know if you know this, but Canada does not have a Target (I may have mentioned this sad, sad fact once or twice. Or 147 times. Or something) and there’s really no place for me to buy $6 dresses. So, we have been rotating the same 6 or 7 dresses. And, in turn, I am constantly doing laundry.
And her beautiful jeans and yoga pants and shirts and sweaters and tutu skirts all sit in her drawers collecting dust. And then she has the nerve to say this to me this morning…
“Mommy…why are my summery dresses more beautiful-er than my winter ones? Winter ones are BOOOOOOOORING.”
And then I realize that I am all fault more than I thought…because just yesterday, my summer dresses were all weeping that they have to be stored until next summer. And then I pulled out my ONE winter sweater. One. Sadness…
CRAP. I have created a monster.
And don’t even get me started on the monster that is my 9-year-old who thinks and wants to dress like she’s a 16-year-old Emily. Because, oh my god. OH MY GOD.
Please please please tell me I’m not the only one.