Friday, September 28, 2012

SOCKS!

Cole, your sock routine is going to put me in an early grave. Your Dad and I have been laughing (and pleading for you to hurry up and to be more reasonable) for a few weeks about this and it's time for me to get this down in writing because someday you won't believe me when I tell you....

If there is a day when you have PE or soccer practice, you have to put socks (and non-flip flop types) on your feet. You are so used to flip flops from summer that this has been an incredible adjustment for you.  Ridiculous as this may sound.

You will not wear "high socks" unless it's with your shin guards, which leaves only "low socks" which are going to be freezing come winter. I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Nonetheless, just picking out socks is AT LEAST, a 20 minute event.  You sit in your closet and pull apart every.single.pair of socks that are in there - searching for the perfect pair. I have absolutely no idea what your sock criteria are - whenever I ask, you get belligerent.  It makes you angry, to the point of tears, almost every time.  And it frustrates me because I have to go behind you and re-match the socks.

When you finally arrive at a pair that seem to work, you have to inspect them for any threads that might be dangling - and then we have to cut them.  With scissors.  BEFORE you will put on any shoes.  It's kinda like the tag thing - you demand cutting out any and all tags from clothes, including underwear, if you are going to wear them.

Back to the socks.  After we have made it over the sock on the feet hurdle, we have to start getting shoes on. This is almost as bad, since the socks usually bunch up in your shoes or slip down or whatever. It's just never right. We put on and take off your shoes about 3 times before they fit perfect. It's CRAZY!

Suffice to say, that we start getting shoes and socks on at least 30 minutes before we have to go anywhere.  And usually, that's the exact amount of time you need, without a minute to spare.

What gives? What is the sock issue? I wish I knew so I could help. Instead, I get frustrated, try to laugh, and do a lot of disciplining of your brother during this time as he continuously harrasses you about how long it takes for you to get your socks on....

Good times. Good times.

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