I am absolutely aware that the words I'm about to write are Crazy Talk, but hear me out.
I hate school uniforms.
I know. I KNOW. I am very likely the only parent in all of history to be all WAAAAH! about their kid having to wear uniforms to school, but I am very much so WAAAAAH! about it. While Alexis is fortunate that her dress code isn't the worst ever, the fact that she's stuck with polo shirts and khaki or navy pants pants and skirts pretty much breaks my heart.
I used to battle with Mini Alexis over what she would wear each morning. She was a HUGE fan of dresses starting the moment she realized that there were these things called "clothes," so she wanted to wear a dress every single day. Sometimes I just wasn't feeling the four pairs of tights, long johns, and a snowsuit thing when it was really cold, though, so I would battle with her to get her to wear pants.
Eventually, though, she grew big enough for me to let her make a fashion mistake from time-to-time without risking frostbite. She quickly learned that when I said it was too cold for a sleeveless dress, it truly was too cold for a sleeveless dress. Once we had that vital fashion rule out of the way, it was smooth sailing.
Since then, the kid has picked out all of her own clothing at the store. I, of course, have veto power, but she rarely asks for anything that I would deem inappropriate anyway. And if she does? Woooo! I have the power of NOOOOOO!
(An aside about the JCPenney kerfluffle with that t-shirt . . . why was that such a big deal? Isn't it simpler to just be all "I am not buying that" than it is to drum up drama? I mean, I see stuff all the time that I think is hugely inappropriate for Alexis but that comes in her size I'M LOOKING AT YOU, YOU STUPID JUSTIN BIEBER T-SHIRTS AND AT YOU, YOU STUPID JUICY COUTURE EVERYTHING. Annnd . . . rant over.)
She is then responsible for picking out what she is going to wear every day. It hasn't always been smooth sailing, but it has definitely been just dandy for a long time now. She dresses herself and I don't even pay attention to what she wears. Life. Good.
But now we're back to battling over clothes because if there is one person who hates school uniforms more than me, it's the short person who lives in my house. Alexis hates school uniforms with the fire of 10,000,000,000,000 suns. Wait, make that 10,000,000,000,001 suns. It doesn't matter that she can wear skirts every day if she wants to or that she can have as many pink shirts as she wants, she's bitter. VERY bitter.
We were standing in Kohls one day and I said something to Mr. Husband about the fact that the uniforms they sell there are definitely not my favorites. I wasn't trying to buy any (obviously) and barely paused to look at them, but HOOOBOY did the drama break out. Alexis crossed her little arms across her chest, stuck her chin out as she scowled, and gave me the dirtiest look she could muster.
I asked the little grump what was wrong. She wouldn't answer. She just glared and then stomped away, clearly pissed off.
Later she finally explained that she was mad we were talking about uniforms. Apparently not only does she hate wearing them, even discussing them is grounds for being disowned.
I already hated fighting with the kid about something as insignificant as what she wears, but when I share in her hatred for her clothing? Then life really is annoying.
BRING ON THE BIEBER T-SHIRT!
