There are things that are OK to say when you're sitting naked atop a mountain of clothes. "I have nothing to weeeeeeeear waaaaaaaaaah!" probably isn't on that list, though.
That didn't stop Alexis from having a total and complete meltdown this past weekend. OVER HER WARDROBE CHOICES.
There was something about "nothing fashionable" and "I don't do jeans" and I don't even know what because my head went KABOOOOOOOOOM.
She has nothing fashionable to wear, she says, while sitting atop a very giant mountain of clothing.
This incident came in the midst of a long line of colossally stupid Alexis moments, and this is where I admit it was the moment I broke. All patience was gone and all tolerance for the brand of stupid she's being hauling around was shot. I snapped.
"You have more clothes than I do!" I informed her. It's a true fact. To be honest, I think she probably currently owns more clothing than I've owned in my entire life cumulatively. Spoiled much? YES, SHE IS. I told her as much over and over before realizing that there was even more that I could yell at her about.
"If you would put your laundry away, you might be able to find something to wear!" I yelled. The argument had been going on for a while at that point. The truly mind-blowing part wasn't that I was yelling, it was that she continued to yell back at me.
The kid has balls. They are very clearly not attached to her brain.
"This is a hanger," I snapped as I held a hanger in one hand and a shirt in another. "And this is how you use it," I proceeded to show her in excruciating detail how exactly a person goes about using a hanger to hang up a t-shirt. It's a concept that has been lost on her all of these years. I think she thinks there is a laundry fairy who just magically hangs her things up.
That laundry fairy usually wears jeans and a miserable expression on her face because OMG I AM SO SICK OF HANGING UP THE KID'S CLOTHES.
Which is why I haven't been doing it. Which is probably how the whole stupid yelling match started. Is it still enabling if you realize you do it? Let's go with no.
There was lots of yelling and screaming and a very not smart short person threw some clothes around the room. I countered by yelling and screaming and getting a trash bag so that I could take care of that mountain of clothes myself. Funny how that got her moving on hanging her stuff up. It didn't stop her from continuing to say stupid things, though.
This is where I really need you to tell me that the stupid will end.
Please.
Soon.
Because if I have to deal with a naked short person sitting on top of a mountain of clothes while complaining she has nothing to wear again, I plan to do the Joey wear all the clothes commando thing. Or something.
I'm BEGGING you.