Sizes, etc.

About a month ago, give or take a week, I bought my daughter some new jeans.  She had grown out of her old ones, and so I ordered her three new pairs from an expensive store, buying them in a looser size so she could wear them well into spring and maybe for the first little bit of fall.  At least, that was my hope.  But, as always, my hopes seemed to clash with what reality had in store for me.

My daughter has not only managed to rip a hole in the knee of her favorite pair of those jeans, but she has also grown right out of them.  She came to me one day and said that the snap came undone whenever she leaned forward.  And I looked at her feet and noticed that when she took a step forward, I could see her ankle bones. 

Let me just take a minute to say: holy crap!

So this weekend we’re off to the store to buy her another pair of jeans.  Probably two.  And also something that can be rolled into capris because the weather here has decided to start the usual nine months of summer we seem to (not) enjoy here.  But this time we’re going to Target and/or Walmart, and we’re not buying anything over $12.00.  If I don’t spend a lot of money, it’s almost guaranteed that she won’t grow out of them quickly.  (A theory that was proven when I bought her the expensive jeans and she already needs new ones but the Target pants I bought last fall still fit well.)


I’m having issues with the size of clothes my children wear.  (Also, their shoe size.)  I’m not upset that they are growing.  No, no, no.  No, them growing doesn’t upset me as much as I sometimes say.  What upsets me the most is that, once upon a time, I used to wear children’s clothes.  But not just when I was a child.  Nope.  As an adult, I used to fit into a child’s size large.  Sometimes it needed to be extra large, but still it was children’s clothes.  I was that small.  And now, after having had two children, I no longer can wear anything close to children’s clothes.  And I mourn the loss.  Oh how I mourn the loss.  I miss being thin.  And since the weather has gotten warm enough to warrant turning on the air conditioner, I am also mourning the loss of the jeans and sweaters that cover me so well.  I am very disappointed to find out that my legs did not magically get thinner (or longer) during the winter.  Hmmph.


Today is the last day of spring break for the kids.  And all I can say is, thank goodness.  It’s been a long week, and I think that my kids have finally reached the point where they are tired of having other kids in their space.  Me babysitting children in my home has been as amazing blessing because I’ve been able to take my kids to school, do what needs to be done here during the day, pick my kids up from school, and still manage to pull in some money.  However, usually all of the kids are together for only a few hours of the day.  So everyone can manage well together.  But during times like this (see: break, spring) when all the kids spend 10 hours a day together, and they don’t all get along, well, it’s torturous.  For all of us. 

I think that once this gig is up — in June I become jobless — I still want to pursue keeping children.  But I’m worried that the children’s personalities will clash again.  This time around, I guess I could have found a child who’s personality clashes worse with my son, but I would have been hard-pressed to do so.  I really can’t believe that, of all the children out there, we managed to get two boys together who have a lot of the same issues but react to them in such entirely different ways.  It really makes it hard on everyone.

How do you screen children, though?  How do you manage to find kids who all get along nicely, especially when you just need a job and are willing to take anything that comes your way?  Ugh, I don’t know.  I think you just hope that you get lucky.

Here’s to luck.  May we all have a little bit of it (especially when it comes to jobs.)


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