It’s been a long few weeks.
Someone… may, or may not have given themselves a concussion by smacking their head into the ceiling while taking cabinet doors down in the kitchen. That same someone has also decided that really isn’t fun, and will be avoiding that in the future.
Once that drama was over, the second-born decided to do a repeat of his first summer camp, and broke his wrist at winter camp. And this one too, will require surgery. While I attempt to get records from one side of the state to the other, I’ll be picking out what I’ll be working on for my “Broken Wrist Project” to work on through all the appointments, surgeries and chaos. For his last break, I made a *huge* blanket. I’ll be scaling it down a bit this time I think?
While his brothers were at camp, and we were all by ourselves, I realized that our fourth-born had been wearing the same shirt, for several days. I know… ew. How did I not notice this before?
Why? Because he only wears red, short sleeved shirts. That’s it. Well, ok, pants too, but for his top, it’s always a red shirt, with a red sweatshirt. It wasn’t until I noticed a stain that had been there a few days before that I realized how long he’d been wearing it. When asked why he didn’t change he said “My clothes were all dirty.” *sigh* Apparently he’s never heard of a wash machine?
We went through his room and collected all of his clothes and frankly, it was time for some new shirts anyways. We finished getting ready for church that morning and I realized that his sweatshirt was just as… um… gross. Yup, definitely time for some new tops.
And this is when the battle began. I told him it may be time at 14 (as of next week), that he wear more than just a red shirt every day. A short sleeved, red shirt, to be exact. He may have to branch out to a different color, or even a long sleeve.
He held his ground on this one, and was adamant that this wasn’t going to change.
I had a choice I could make here. In my still healing brain, and while I’m attempting to make doctors appointments and plumbing appointments (the pipes froze and burst in “that house” the same day as the broken arm) I could also argue with my youngest every day about putting on shirts he hates. Or, I could just buy him all red shirts, and make sure he puts on a new one every time, and we both win.
Was this battle really worth it? I mean the guy who runs Facebook wears the same exact outfit every day of his life and he makes like…. a gazillion dollars right? So is this really where I want to make my stand? Over red shirts? I could be dealing with drugs, a freaky girlfriend, bad grades, a foul mouth. Nope, my kid wants to wear red, short sleeved shirts every day.
And gosh darn-it, I’m going to let him.
We went to the craft store where they were having a big ol’ sale and bought him eight red t-shirts for $1.50 each. One for each day of the week, and two for Sunday, so we’d have one for him to wear while we were washing the others. I put the day of the week on the tag so we could make sure it’s a new one each day.
We went to the clothing store, and bought him one new red sweatshirt so we could wash one, wear one, and then trade the next week.
Some people may be rolling their eyes thinking I gave in.
I just knew when to pick by battles and save my energy for the big stuff.
….. I wonder if I could sneak a Star Trek logo on all of them? Bwahaha!