When I come home from work, I wash my face and change into sweat shorts with a draw string or American Apparel leggings. I live in leggings on rainy Sundays!
I totally get the need to unwind in pants that have a little give and don’t have zippers or buttons. I am a huge fan of Gap’s boyfriend jeans (and shorts) and even dress them up with heels and a blouse for work!
Still, I draw the line when it comes to stepping out in comfy clothes ALL THE TIME. I’m not someone who regularly runs errands in yoga pants, or looks like she just came from or is going to the gym. And sometimes I am. But it’s not a uniform.
On most summer days with JD, I wear (Gap) denim shorts, fitted tees, and racer back tanks. A sundress or romper is also an effortless way to look like I’m trying, when I really just threw something on with some bangles and a cute pair of strappy sandals. And if I could wear my bathing suit 12 hours a day, I would.
My casual pride in my appearance isn’t exactly transferring to my kid.
It doesn’t matter how many cute RL polos I find (score!) for him at TJ Maxx, or the (squeeeee) adorable lobster dotted khaki shorts I imagined he’d wear to brunch at the beach—my little boy wants to wear big, airy, basketball shorts or soft, comfy sweat shorts with a T-shirt.
The T-shirt has to be cool.
And by cool, I mean, one day the Ninja Turtles are acceptable and the next day all he wants to wear is stuff ID’ed with the Yankees logo. I can no longer get him into Converse sneakers and I loved matching sneaks with him. It’s either Nikes or nothing. He recently told me a pair of his brand name Velcro sneakers were “too chubby!” Adidas sandals are OK because Uncle Carlo bought them for him before we went to the Bahamas. Crocs are cool, because Uncle Bri wears ’em too.
Buttons, zippers and collars are all “babyish.” Pants that aren’t of a soft material are “wobbly and crunchy.” This is how my child describes his clothing. I laugh, thinking he might end up writing for GQ one day!
Today I put out denim cutoffs and a Yankee T-shirt.
Bad move, mom.
“Those shorts itch me and I just wore that shirt.”
He disappeared into his room and emerged in…
Grey comfy shorts, that I swear could have doubled as boxer shorts (oy!) and an oversize tank top—but I had to cut the tag out of the tank top, because after wearing it 17x, today it was annoying.
At least he was dressed.
Back to school shopping should be super fun. Sarcasm.
So excited to see what he wears his first day at his new school. Womp-womp!
Do your kids whine about their clothes, tags, certain materials? Do you have a little fashionista on your hands? Share!
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