How to keep your kid clean in the same clothes day in and day out
The girls who watch the kids at the gym daycare must think I neglect my child. Claire is going through her “I’m going to wear my Let’s Go Pens shirt every darn day because I’m 3 and I can,” phase.
It started about a month ago when she wore it all day, then begged to wear it to bed.
Me: Sure you can. We didn’t go anywhere, you kept it clean and you ate your dinner. Why not?
Claire: I’m going to wear my Let’s Go Pens shirt to the gym today, OK, Mommy?
Claire: I’ll be good today! I ate all my apples at breakfast, too! Pleeeeease?
Me: It has been 5 days. Your shirt is gross. No more.
Claire: I wear it to the gym!
Me: No. No, no, no, no, no.
Me: I need to wash it.
Claire: But it’s clean!
Me: This is getting ridiculous. It has yogurt on it from breakfast. Off with it.
Me: We’ve got a problem.
Matt: This has gone way too far. I’m doing laundry today and that shirt is going in.
Claire: No it’s not.
Matt: Oh, but it’s not up to you and no isn’t an option.
Claire: I wear it.
Matt: After I wash it, sure.
Claire: I. Want. My. LET’S GO PENS SHIRT.
Matt: Take it off now or I’m taking it off you and you’re not getting it back for a week.
Me: I see you’re still wearing your Crosby shirt.
Claire: (Sounding completely devastated) Daddy washed it.
Me: You were beginning to mold.
Matt: And stink.
Claire: I’m wearing it to bed tonight.
Me and Matt: Sigh.
So here we are in the present day…we have a method. It’s sad. Ready?
Claire sleeps in the buff. Nothing but her, her undies and a smile.
When she wakes up, she goes down to the basement and retrieves her Crosby tee from the dryer.
Then she puts it on.
She wears it for a day or two and then the cycle continues.
At least it’s clean right?
So we made it pretty simple for us this Christmas: Claire is getting two more Penguins tees. This way, I don’t have to do so much damn laundry for an obsession.
In an attempt to make Claire a bit more girly, Matt had her watch a Tinkerbell movie on Disney Saturday night.
Let’s just say this: she won’t be joining any ballet classes any time soon. Rather, she’ll be wearing her red flame helmet that she wants from Santa while playing baseball, hockey, soccer and causing general mayhem.
I was a tomboy. I turned out OK, right?