Despite not falling asleep until darn near 11 p.m., even though he went to bed at 8:30 p.m., the kid woke up this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Everything started off, great. He got up and he ate his breakfast, with very few complaints. Then, it happened…
“I don’t want to wear that outfit anymore.”
“I don’t want to wear this one either.”
“I don’t want to brush my teeth. You do it. Never mind, I’ll do it.”
10 minutes later, I found him playing in the bathroom. He still hadn’t brushed his teeth.
He finally finds the outfit he wants to wear. I iron it, and assume everything will be OK moving forward.
“Ugh! I hate these underwear. They’re too big.”
Changes into a new pair.
“Arrg! I hate these too. They’re too small.”
At this point, I’m wondering if Mr. Goldilocks will ever find the perfect pair that fit “just right.” Finally, finally, he found a pair he could live with – while only complaining a little bit.
He puts on his clothes, and I hold my breath hoping he doesn’t have any complaints – especially since it’s his third outfit.
Then, it’s time to put on his shoes (his new shoes he begged for) and get ready to go.
“I hate these shoes! The laces don’t tie right and the tongue moves to the side.”
Puts on a second pair. No complaints. Phew! I quickly kiss the hubs goodbye and usher the kid out the door.
As we’re walking to the car…
Wait for it…
“I hate these shoes! They’re too small!”
The entire ride to school he fussed about these shoes. Ranting and raving about how much he hated them would be attending the first day, shoeless.
I park the car, and take a deep breath before telling him, calmly, that he would be wearing shoes – those shoes he’s currently glaring at. I told him that he was doing to have an awesome day, and learn lots of fun things. He (begrudgingly) agreed, although a bit peeved.
We get out of the car, and walk into the school. He’s still upset.
Then he sees his best friend. All of a sudden, his shoes don’t matter. He gives me a big old kiss, tells me he loves me and runs to play. All is right in his world.
I get the car, take another deep breath and wonder if 8 a.m. is too early to have a drink.