I’m not sure what other
stay-at-home parents find stressful, but by far, without a doubt the most
aggravating part of any day is dressing my daughter. Since she was first
born I have been completely overwhelmed by all of the possible clothing options
and combinations I’ve had to learn.
Have you ever heard of
tights? I’ve got no idea what they are; all I have figured out is that they are
tight and impossible to get on the legs of a squirming little girl. The
one upside is that she can’t pull off her socks when she is wearing them because
they are basically two big socks that go up to her waste. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try, I could spend hours watching her try to pull them off - good
times.
That brings me to
skirts, what in the world is the point of a skirt on a baby? They are
basically just expensive cloth that wraps around a diaper, not to mention, if
teenage Ruthie tries to go out in skirts as short as the ones I see my wife
dressing her in… Well let’s just say that she won’t be getting very far out of
my front door dressed like that!
On to matching, to start
you need to know that I hate picking out my own clothes and can barely match my own slacks to a shirt. I hate any sort of plaid because I never know what
color shirt will match and forget about fatigues, aside from not really being
cool enough to pull it off, my instinct would probably be to match it to
something plaid.
When presented with the
unending wardrobe that is Ruthie’s closet, I’ve got no idea where to start and
for the first four months of her life you could always tell when I had dressed
her. She would have been in some sort of androgynous Liz Lemmon-esque outfit of
brown pants with a white onesie. Somewhere along the way I figured out
that everything matches brown pants and stuck with it and would occasionally,
on special occasions, substitute some sort of pink sweater for the
onesie. In addition, I could never figure out what to do with
dresses. Do they require a onesie underneath? Does it matter what color
it is? Should she wear tights with a dress? After about five minutes up against
the multitude of dresses, colored tights, sox and onesies I would basically
fall apart into a nervous twitching mess bent over on the floor covered in pink tights, purple onesies and yellow sun dresses.
The best morning for me
is one where my amazing wife has surprised me and set out the kid’s clothes the night before. It’s like a blessing straight from above and an additional
thirty minutes of pain and confusion has been taken from my day. One day,
I’m told she’ll be able to dress herself and she can have it. The second,
this young lady begins asserting herself it’ll be right into the wardrobe we
go. You want independence, take it – I’m through!
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