Kidlets and clothes, told in rambling stream of consciousness

Did I tell you that Light and I took Diva out to get some clothes? I actually had a good time. We went to the mall, did JCPenny. We got 2 pairs of shorts and two tops to match, and I think we got one pair of long pants. I forget exactly. Then we went to The Fashion Shack, the discount place that sells name brand irregulars. She got a pair of jeans there. She was giddy. Light seemed to enjoy it, and was extremely helpful. I was happy being out with my two girls. Then I got tired and we went home. I think everyone had a good time. Although Diva still needs more clothes, at least she's got something to wear now.

This morning I got up and helped the kids get ready for school. I didn't set my alarm because Superman had his set. I don't hear his, even though it is on the headboard shelf very near my head. I hear mine, but he doesn't. How strange is that? Anyway, he turned his alarm off and went back to sleep. Didn't wake up until 7:00. He needed a shower and the kids need to be out of the house before 7:30. Twitch was ready to go when I got up, and was almost awake. I ran a bath for Diva and bathed her myself. Soap on the washcloth, she's in the tub. I wash her back, neck, front, arms, legs, then she turns over onto her belly in the bathtub. I washed her fanny as she rinsed off her front. She rolled over to rinse the rest, then stood up. I handed her the washcloth to wash her face and proceeded to let the water out. I got her a towel and she took over from there. The whole ordeal took less than 5 minutes. That's what I call a business bath. No playing; we mean business here.

They took meds, but no breakfast because we were late. They can get breakfast at school if they get there early enough. I'm afraid they may have missed it, unfortunately. No good mommy points for that slip-up.

I took everyone to school so Superman could get his breakfast and hie himself off to work. This is one of the reasons I'm home now. I'm satisfied, pleased to be doing this. Right now. It will wear thin, I'm sure, especially when Sproing has one of his uber-cranky mornings. But this is what I do and it gives purpose to my day. (See Patrick? Purpose, productivity!)

Back to my original thought. Clothing for my kidlets. Diva has some new clothes. However, Sproing doesn't. I don't know what has happened to his pants exactly. I know his favorite green pants got ripped the other day and have been declared "totalled" by the arbiter of all things fabric. (me) He's a picky boy with strong opinions. He wears what he decides he likes, and nothing else. The green pair was one of his two "acceptable" pants. Now he's down to one pair of jeans, which he got wet yesterday afternoon.

[aside story] He wanted to wash his hair yesterday afternoon. I suggested he take a bath or shower for an easier, less messy shampooing experience. I'm just Mom, what do I know? He took off his shirt, I think, but left his jeans on. I'm not sure if he washed his hair in the sink or leaned over the edge of the tub. I was afraid to look. He bounced into the kitchen about 5 minutes later with nary a stitch of clothing covering his beautiful ebony skin. He was looking for some pants. I asked where the jeans were. They were all wet, down the front and the back of the pants, he said. Why? How? I asked, as if I wanted to know. He forgot to take them off when he bathed. I didn't want to know. [end of aside]

This pants dance has been going on for a while. I was peripheral to it before now. Now that it is my headache, too, I'm not going to put up with it. Superman has been washing Sproing's 2 pairs of pants every other day. Not me. After I took the kids to school I went to my favorite big box store and found some more pants for the small boy. He will probably like them.

Here's the thing about boys and girls. (No, not that thing. I mean another thing.) At this age (10 yrs old) buying clothes for Sproing is much easier than buying clothes for Diva. That is a general truth, and applies for a wide range of ages. Diva is there now. Light was like this at this age, too. They have their own tastes in style and color, etc. They differ from mine. I cannot see, do not notice things they like. If I pick out something for them, they most likely will not approve. Girls this age also change shape much more than boys do. And the shape-shifting occurs erratically, disproportionally. Diva fits better into women's size pants but is still comfortable in girls tops. I cannot buy clothing for her without her being present.

Boys, on the other hand, are much easier. Twitch was, Sproing is. I know what colors they like. There aren't as many color options for boys. This simplifies things considerably. Today I got 4 pairs of pants, a belt, and some new underwear for Sproing. Although he is picky about what he likes to wear, I am confident enough to make the purchases. And I think he'll like them.

Another aside: Light reads and comprehends stream of consciousness writings very well. Her teachers have been impressed. She scores well because this is how I have talked to her all her life. I can't help it. She's had to learn. Voila! Instant college prep! Good mommy points? Or simply the result of my brain function?