Growing up I was never much into drama. I had friends that were mostly guys since having friends that were girls seem to come with drama. I was lucky that my few close girlfriends were much like me and still are. When we found out we were expecting, Stacey and I both wanted a boy. When we found out it was twins we thought two boys would be nice or maybe a boy and a girl. The idea of two girls never crossed our minds until we were told both girls. Now don't get me wrong, I can't imagine having anything but my precious girls. I thought I had a few more years until the drama began, but then I had forgotten what it was like to see life though the eyes of a 5 year old.
By 5 they want to be more independent. They like to pick out their own clothes and then we have to talk about the concept of matching. Take for example Sunday when Ella wanted to wear a green and blue plaid skirt that Nana bought her with the blue flowered shirt. Now in her mind they were both blue so they matched. Did I mention plaid and flowers.....uh not so much matching. She ran off in tears. I know I know mean mom just let her wear what she wants the public will understand that she is 5 and dressed herself. To be fair I did let her wear her brown skirt with multicolored butterflies to church on Christmas with her teal butterfly shirt and pink cowgirl boots so I feel that once in public with a mismatch outfit was enough (this would also be why there are no pictures of Christmas Day at our house this year).
I am ready for battles with clothes, the girls being mad that I won't let them wear make-up and bright pink lip stick outside of the house, and the "your mean" comments when they don't get what they want. What I was not ready for was earlier this week.
Let me take you back to Tuesday night when the girls had just gotten out of the shower and were picking out pj's. I hear Grace running back down to the bathroom yelling at Stacey, "you are ruining my life." I mean really how could that be possible at 5 years old? Well then it all made since to find out that Grace wanted to wear her summer tutu pj's and Stacey had said no it was too cold :). After all at 5 and being Grace it is all about wear things that are pink and tutu like. We quickly got over that with the offering of a snack and life moved out.
Move along to Wednesday night when both girls wet their pants upon arriving home from preschool. Grace just waited to long and who knows what Ella's problem was. Now I found this frustrating seeing as they are 5 and at least Ella has not had an accident in over a year. The best part was that Ella was up in her room when it happened and then she walked the entire house before coming to the bathroom and changing her clothes. So as I am cleaning the carpet of the pee spots from her wet socks and dripping clothes, Grace has the nerve to ask me if they can have a coke. Really kid you just wet your pants and you want me to get you a big girl drink? I think not. To which Grace replies, "Mom you are breaking my heart and ruining my life."
Let it be known that my name is Stephanie Smith and my husband Stacey and I are ruining our daughters lives. We feed them, dress them, give them shelter, and we try and make sure they are safe and happy. In doing so we may not give them what they want and thus ruin their little 5 year old lives.
Ella and Grace this is just the start of many many things we will do for your own good that you will not like so get used to it girly girls!
PS remember we love you!
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