Winter wardrobe

OK, so this week the temperature plummeted and it feels like winter.  Not all the time, mind you, but enough of the time that coats are required and flip-flops aren't an option anymore. This poses a major problem for Lexi, who is by far my most sensitive child when it comes to clothing.  I thought Gavin was bad.  Um, no.

Before school started, knowing Lexi's sensitivities, I purchased clothing only with her permission.  She tried everything on, pranced around it in, made outfits with all the mix-n-match pieces, and declared everything wonderful and fabulous.  I asked a dozen times if the seams felt right and if the sleeves didn't rub and if the collars didn't scratch.  She was happy, so I took off the tags, washed everything, and thought we were done.

No.  A thousand times no.

Lexi now declares she won't wear pants or socks because they have LINES.  (She means seams.)  Even loose pants or stretchy pants have LINES.  So what did I do?  I bought six skirts at Goodwill for a grand total of $10.  They match with all of Lexi's shirts, so with a stack of tights, she has a new wardrobe, right?

No.  A million times no.

Tights are scratchy and hot and cover her toes and she haaaaaates things that cover her toes.  Even the fuzzy-on-the-inside boots are too hot and restrictive.  Only some of the skirts have tolerable waistbands. Long-sleeved shirts that were formerly acceptable are now on the black list.  So, yesterday she went without all the things she hates.

Yesterday we went to the gym, visiting teaching, a doctor appointment, Albertson's, and to pick up brothers from school two different times.  That's like 12 times we were in and out of the car, plus walking through parking lots and stuff.  Lexi was wearing a skirt, short sleeves, and flip-flops in the 30-degrees-before-windchill-plus-snowy weather.  Did she like it?

No.  A bazillion times no.

She whined and she cried and she flapped her arms and she screamed at the top of her lungs.  "I'M FREEZING!!!!!"

Ya think?

But at home, after huddling in a blanket for a while, she warmed up enough to brave the cold and throw a fit all over again.

I honestly do not know how we are going to survive the winter.  I'm exhausted after one day of it.