We have to take our clothes off ... to have a good time

Over and over I have read how important it is for parents to work and act as a team, but what happens when the kids don't respond to the team method?

That's the conundrum we're having now at home. When it's just one of us with both the kids, they are much more behaved than when we are both with them.
Explain that one.

Breakfast is a disaster every morning because Mom and Dad try to eat with the kids. After work, the kids will sit quietly and eat if it's just me giving them dinner. At bedtime, Sophia will only stay in bed if she thinks I'm at work.

It's madness.

Oh, and to top it off, we've hit the naked phase.

So many bloggers have mentioned how their kids hit this stage where they want to be naked, and I never believed them. I thought, how is it that the kids will simply take off their clothes for no reason. Well, once again, I am astounded by my kids.

Every day it's the same routine. I bring Sophia and Ryan home from school, go in the kitchen and start dinner while the kids play in the living room. Without fail, every day this week Sophia is naked within 5 minutes of walking in the door. Thank goodness she at least keeps her diaper on since she is still refusing to use the potty.

If she wants to be naked, fine, go to it, but I'd like it if she at least waited until after dinner. That's my only request, that she keep her clothes on during dinner.

Is that too much to ask?

Apparently so.

Clothing makes the woman

I think I’m having an identity crisis. In fact, I’m sure of it. The weather is getting warmer and Ryan is taking a nap, so I thought this would be a good time to pull out that old, dusty box of summer clothes that’s been hiding on the top shelf of my closet for two years. Yes, it’s sad, I know, this is the first summer in two whole years that I will not be wearing maternity clothes, and I was so excited about it until I opened that box. Inside I found T-shirts, shorts and super cute tanks. There must be an outfit for every glorious summer day.

Mustering up every ounce of courage I could, I tried on a pair of shorts. They don’t fit. Not even close. Looking at the size, I was hit with the cold realization that although I have lost most of the weight I gained during pregnancies (yes, that’s plural), I have not lost all of it and it means that pesky 15 pounds will prevent me from fitting into a single article of clothing from that box.

Saddened by this discovery, I sift through the clothes like a box of old photos, remembering the days when I could fit my skinny little butt into a size 4 with little effort. Depressing as it might be, memories of wearing these clothes and taking the time to examine them made me realize that maybe it’s a good thing I don’t fit into them. Some of the clothes I wouldn’t (and shouldn’t) wear today.

That's Miss Surly Wench to you. HA! I think the cat likes it.

This leaves me with the daunting task of having to buy myself an entire summer wardrobe. On the surface, I’m kind of excited about it. Being a little bit of a shopoholic, this is a great opportunity. I have to wear clothes, you know, which means I have to buy some that fit. But what do I get? Am I the same person I was two years ago? Has my style changed? Am I ready to adopt a more mature wardrobe? I think I know the answers to those questions, but I sometimes miss the old me. Plus, I really love this shirt and I’m dying to fit into it again, even to just wear it on weekends.

Don't laugh. Lucky 13, I love this shirt!

Since having my kids, clothes have become very important to me. My body has changed dramatically and it needs to be dressed properly. This may sound superficial and selfish, but it’s important to me. If I look good, or at least I think I look good, I feel good. When I’m feeling fat or depressed about how much I’ve changed physically and mentally, if I can look in the mirror and be reassured that I don’t look as bad as I my mind says I do, then I can get through the day with a general state of contentment. Properly fitted clothes do that for me.

I’m a little scared of the dressing room, so send good thoughts my way, I need them.