I was never like this

Not until I was well into my teens, anyway:

It starts with the socks. Within three minutes of entering our home from being anywhere, my kids have ripped off their socks, leaving them splattered across the floor in multiple rooms of the house. (By the way, why do socks never stay together as pairs? Finding single socks in every nook and cranny is literally the bane of my existence. But I digress.)

With their bare feet pitter-pattering across the hardwood floor, I know it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the clothes come off too. Before I can even get the milk into the refrigerator, I turn to see two sets of butt cheeks jiggling away from me as my girls run off to play.

My own parental units would never have stood for such a thing.

I guess I (sort of) get it. Clothes can be restricting. But certainly not the stretchy, jersey knit ensembles that my kiddos wear every day. They’re comfy! Mommy spent hard earned money on those getups! It doesn’t matter — their clothes are coming off faster than you can say “indecent exposure.”

They would spend the whole day naked if they could. Most of the time, my husband and I insist that underwear must be worn — because, c’mon, we believe in a bit of modesty. And of course they don’t run around in the nude outside of our own home. But like I said, the minute we return, clothes are shed and dropped in little piles on the floor.

No telling how this will end up. It may be that the arrival of puberty will rekindle the girls’ interest in keeping their butts non-bare; this is the way I’d bet. Didn’t work on my kid sister, though.

1 comment

  1. fillyjonk »

    4 May 2017 · 7:02 am

    She complains about them shedding their clothes, but that’s probably preferable to what my mom had to put up when I was those daughters’ ages – mud, mud, and more mud. (I remember times she would hose me off, clothes and all, in the backyard, before letting me back in the house to strip and bathe).

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