SS is a major grumpass in the mornings. I don’t really care because I don’t deal with him. DW has to scream at him to get up. Then when he does decide to get up, he whines for DW to pick his clothes out of his dresser. Why SS is not able to do this himself is beyond me but remember we are talking about a teenager who still tries to get his mother to butter his toast. DW will pick his clothes (again, I don’t know why she enables him but that is the subject of another discussion) but then SS will whine about his jeans being too tight.

If you use a dryer, you know that jeans are tight the first time you put them on. You need to give them time to stretch. That’s what we keep telling SS. SS insists that they are “too small” and could DW fetch him another pair. DW bought SS a whole new wardrobe for Christmas so there is no way SS is without clothes.

So every morning it is the same routine: DW yells at SS again and again and again….SS then whines to DW to pick out clothes for him. DW does so. SS whines that his jeans are too tight. There are other “teenager complaints” but the “My jeans are too tight” is a running theme with SS in the mornings

My task in the morning entails dressing up BS and BD (who are 4 and 2). They can be quite the handful. I usually change them in our bedroom. BS complains about the overhead light hurting his eyes when I change him. BD thinks this is a game and tries her best to streak around the house in her birthday suit before I grab her, pin her down and try my best to throw some pants and a shirt on her while she is trying to Ninja-kick me.

Anyways, this morning I was in one of those }:) moods.

After I got BS and BD changed, I asked them if they would like to get me changed. BS and BD were overjoyed at the opportunity to "dress-up" Daddy. Except I decided to turn the tables on them. I started running around the bedroom trying to avoid getting clothes put on me just like BD does to me. After I let BS and BD pin me down on the bed, they tried to put my socks on me. I was flailing about. BS and BD were squealing! I then shouted “Light hurts my eyes!” (exactly like BS does). Obviously I was having fun giving them a taste of their own medicine.

When it came time to put my pants on, I started whining. “My jeans are too tight! Mom! My jeans are too tight!”

DW heard me and she shook her head in amusement, called me a “giant dork”. The kids were loving it though. After they finally got me changed, they wanted me to take off my clothes so they could change me again!

SS was none too pleased however.

I get to work and I receive this text message:

SS: Stop making fun me.

I wasn’t sure what SS was talking about so I didn’t reply at first. When I figured it out, I asked him if he was talking about this morning. SS wrote back yes.

Me: Tell you what. If you manage to get up in the mornings without complaining or your Mom yelling at you, I’ll stop.

No response.