Why, oh why can’t my kids JUST GET DRESSED in the mornings?
Today, Samantha wanted to wear a cute little summer romper with an American flag pattern. I told her I understood that she loves that outfit, but it’s just too cold and rainy today. I even calmly suggested she wait until later in the week, when it might be at least a little warmer.
I got hit with anger. Tears. Steadfast refusal to get dressed.
Even after we compromised — she could wear the romper underneath her other clothes — she still pushed the defiance by putting on the shirt, the socks and the shoes. No pants.
I’ve previously talked about Noah’s fashion demands and routines that we go. Right now, he either wants to be naked or wants to change his clothes two or three times a day.
This morning, he went through the same cycle as Sam: Anger, tears, steadfast refusal.
Do you know how hard it is to dress a 29-pound twisting/turning/screaming Tasmanian devil?
How do you handle this? What tactics have you used that work? Am I the only one who has threatened to send her 7-year-old to school in her underwear?