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Sep. 6th, 2013 08:45 am What a fucking morning! Tell me, does anyone else have children or have heard of children who fucking argue about which socks to wear? For 20 minutes?
I couldn't find a pair that matched each other AND his outfit, so I took out two socks that have different patterns on the bottom but the same color on the ankle so when he put his shoes on you wouldn't be able to tell they didn't match. He refused to wear them because they didn't match, but then proceeded to pick out a pair that didn't match his outfit. Here's where I should have just let it go, but how did I know I'd start WWIII over a pair of socks? I told him not to wear those because they didn't match his clothes. I gave him the pair I picked out and left the room. 5 minutes later he's still standing there barefoot and he tells me he can't remember where he put his socks. The ones I just handed him 5 minutes ago. I gave him another pair (another one that doesn't match on the bottom but does everywhere else) and left. He "lost" that pair too. So I picked out two wildly different socks, that didn't match in any way shape or form and made him put them on with me watching. He hates that, but if he's going to hide his clothes while I'm not looking, I have to watch him. If he's going to argue about socks he can go to school looking like he got dressed in the dark. I don't care. And I'm going to Target and buying him fucking white socks today.
Meanwhile during that whole time we were screaming at each other. He got a spanking, his Skylanders are taken away for a week and he's not allowed to call his friend on Saturday. He got a phone number on the bus a couple days ago and wanted to call him Saturday. Basically he wants to invite himself over. But that's another issue for another day.
I'm honestly not proud of the way I handle stupid confrontations like that but I deal with ridiculous stuff like this EVERY. DAY. It's completely irrational and therefore I can't figure out how to rationally deal with it. I honestly wish someone would slap a diagnosis on him so I could learn how to deal with it. "It's normal" is not helping. If I'd known this was normal I would never have done it. Just saying.
I couldn't find a pair that matched each other AND his outfit, so I took out two socks that have different patterns on the bottom but the same color on the ankle so when he put his shoes on you wouldn't be able to tell they didn't match. He refused to wear them because they didn't match, but then proceeded to pick out a pair that didn't match his outfit. Here's where I should have just let it go, but how did I know I'd start WWIII over a pair of socks? I told him not to wear those because they didn't match his clothes. I gave him the pair I picked out and left the room. 5 minutes later he's still standing there barefoot and he tells me he can't remember where he put his socks. The ones I just handed him 5 minutes ago. I gave him another pair (another one that doesn't match on the bottom but does everywhere else) and left. He "lost" that pair too. So I picked out two wildly different socks, that didn't match in any way shape or form and made him put them on with me watching. He hates that, but if he's going to hide his clothes while I'm not looking, I have to watch him. If he's going to argue about socks he can go to school looking like he got dressed in the dark. I don't care. And I'm going to Target and buying him fucking white socks today.
Meanwhile during that whole time we were screaming at each other. He got a spanking, his Skylanders are taken away for a week and he's not allowed to call his friend on Saturday. He got a phone number on the bus a couple days ago and wanted to call him Saturday. Basically he wants to invite himself over. But that's another issue for another day.
I'm honestly not proud of the way I handle stupid confrontations like that but I deal with ridiculous stuff like this EVERY. DAY. It's completely irrational and therefore I can't figure out how to rationally deal with it. I honestly wish someone would slap a diagnosis on him so I could learn how to deal with it. "It's normal" is not helping. If I'd known this was normal I would never have done it. Just saying.
