Lately, we have been transitioning into a new space…let me give you some context.
I tend to be pretty organized and therefore so are my children. Because it is two of them and one of me, I realized early on that the key to my sanity was organization. So, everything has its place at our house. I am constantly after them for not returning things to their designated space.
The same goes true for their clothing. In their dresser the socks go here, the underwear there…and never the two shall meet! This, for me has made getting them ready in the morning very easy. With my eyes closed I could go through each of their dressers, grab what I need and keep it moving with great efficiency.
For the past week and a half, I have been slowly allowing them to go to their drawers and get their own clothing and for the past 2 days I have been looking at some of the choices and have been noting how crazy they have been looking. Yesterday, I fought back the urge to change one child’s clothing not because it was bad…but because it was a fashion no no. I resisted…but it pained me every time I looked at him.
This morning I couldn’t hold it in. It’s supposed to be 93 degrees and I had to tell one he could not wear the long sleeve sweatshirt he found in the long sleeve shirt drawer (see they each have a drawer just for long sleeved shirts!)
Have no fear for he comes back down stairs changed into his blue shorts, red sneakers, white socks and a green and black tank top…and asks “better daddy?”
And though it pained me…I looked him over, smiled, said “yes, much better” and pulled out my phone to tell you all about it.