I had a very stressful morning this morning. Max is going through a phase at the moment where he wants to wear his pyjamas all day, every day. On the weekends, I don’t really have a problem with it, but sending him out into the world, I don’t want people to think we are completely weird. Secondly, we are trying to potty train him, which is going really well but of course there are accidents, like the number two accident this morning…
The trouble with wearing pyjamas is we have 5 sets. This usually would be plenty (I only have 2!) but when he is insisting on wearing them all the time, spilling food on them and weeing in them, we soon don’t have anything for him to actually wear at bed time… oh more washing for me, as if I didn’t have enough already.
So the mornings usually run like this:
Me: ‘Max, the twins are dressed now – I’m going to get dressed and then I’m going to get you dressed okay?’ (plenty of warning, fully prepared).
Max: No answer, continues watching the ipad although I know he has heard me.
Ten minutes later
Me: ‘Right Max, time to get dressed now’, she says firmly and encouragingly.
Max: ‘I don’t want to get dressed’. (oh joy, here we go – which persuasive argument shall I use this time?)
Me: ‘But we have to get dressed because we’re going to Emma’s’, (his child-minder).
Max: ‘I don’t want to go to Emma’s’.
Me: ‘But you love going to Emma’s, all your friends are there.’ (Wait a minute, I’m being distracted, bring it back to topic).
‘Come on then, which t-shirt are you going to choose today? What about your spiderman one?!’, I say with as much excitement as I can muster at 8am.
Max: ‘No’, he says firmly – it seems to work when she does it, he thinks, so I’ll try it.
Me: ‘Yes, it’s time to get dressed’, as I subtly start dragging him to his room.
Max: (Okay that didn’t work, I’ll try a tantrum) ‘I DON’T WANT TO GET DRESSED’, he shouts and starts to cry.
Me: ‘We need to put clothes on to go outside’.
Max: ‘No we don’t’.
Me: ‘Yes we do’.
Max: ‘No we don’t’
Me: ‘Yes we do’. This could take a while…
Hold on a minute, Max thinks, she’s actually managed to get my pyjamas off – maybe if I kick my legs and punch my t-shirt, that might hold her off for a bit.
Me: This is like wrestling with an octopus, how is he so strong? He’s so small but he’s winning – help!
‘Max, do you know I’ve only had 6 hours of broken sleep and I only have 5 minutes until all 4 of us have to be out of the house? I don’t have time for this!!’ Maybe this explanation will help?
Max: ‘I WANT TO WEAR MY PYJAMAS’, he screams as his naked bottom runs away from me.
I crumple in defeat, obviously when he has left the room and can’t see me. Okay – prepare your argument in preparation for tomorrow.
Me: ‘Right, Max, you can wear your pyjamas to Emma’s today.’ He stops yelling and looks at me to check if I’m being serious. ‘However, tomorrow you will have to wear your clothes and not your pyjamas – deal?’
Max: ‘Yes Mummy’, he says as he pulls on his pyjamas triumphantly.
Yeah right, who am I kidding? We will have the same battle tomorrow. Who do these toddlers learn their techniques from?
If you see me in the street or at the supermarket and Max is in his pyjamas, don’t blame me – I had nothing to do with it…
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