For recently, Mr T has decided that clothes are totally overrated and a totally unnecessary part of…well, life in general. And so ensues a daily battle to get dressed. A battle that, quite frankly, I would happily choose not to fight if it were not for the fact that a) taking a naked child to the supermarket is somewhat frowned upon and b) the cooler months we are now heading into are not conducive to combatting coughs and snuffles!
So what starts off as Mummy patiently and enthusiastically trying to encourage Mr T to pick out some nice clothes to wear, very rapidly turns into Mummy very impatiently and not quite so enthusiastically chasing a screaming toddler around the sofa until he is adequately restrained to be forced into items of clothing. Items of clothing which I hasten to add will inevitably be ‘don’t liked’ and then stripped off again the minute Mummy’s back is turned! Case in point yesterday when it took us 3 attempts and a total of half an hour to get dressed.
I have to confess that it is all rather exhausting, and yesterday I think even Mr T realised he had pushed Mummy too far when, after turning around to find him naked for the 3rd time, I quite honestly lost the plot for a couple of
minutes seconds, ranting like a mad woman and grasping at another of my grey hairs, before announcing that we would NOT be leaving the house ALL day. There would be NO park, NO beach and just NO sunlight in general! HA! Now who’s a Bad Mummy hey? But still, it seemed to do the trick as, after pondering on this consequence for all of about 10 seconds (his current attention span), Mr T appeared with trousers in hand and big eyes saying ‘Mummy, I want to go out’! And so we did….maybe making him realise that I am not quite such a Bad Mummy after all. Well, at least until tomorrow morning when I make him get dressed all over again!