I cracked up at a friend's facebook post the other day:
Packed almost my entire house today (except kitchen). I packed most of all of our clothes, which doesn't affect the boys since they only want to wear 2 items all the time anyway.
I'm here to say that much of the conflict between me and my children has to do with clothing. Heaven help me with this one.
I am that mom who puts clothing under the Christmas tree and when the kids open it, they only like maybe one of the shirts, sort of.
I am that annoyed mom who cannot figure out why these boys want to wear the same pair of jeans every single day.
I am that mom who spews out lame threats about how today they have to wear something they haven't worn in a whole week. The conversation begins with a smile, and ends with a major meltdown.
And don't even get me started on the battle it is to get four children out the door wearing a coat right now. It makes me and them so uptight.
This battle is not worth fighting. I keep trying to tell myself that. But for some reason, this battle with clothing makes me hot-tempered daily. I am working on it.