Everyone knows about the terrible 2’s. But noone ever told me about the whiny 5’s/almost 6’s. A few weeks back it got really bad. Max seemed to just be really tired every day, and all out of sorts. We tried putting him to bed earlier, tried making him stay in instead of running around outside, nothing seemed to work. If he was inside he was miserable, if he was outside, he was miserable. If we told him he could have chocolate milk to drink, he would complain and say he wanted regular milk. If we offered him a bagel for breakfast, he wanted pancakes. We just couldn’t win.
Funny thing happened that Saturday at Max’s t-ball game. Several of the kids, seemed sleepy and cranky. A few didn’t even want to get out of the car. The coaches son had a melt down at first base, when the wind blew his hat off. His Mom told Rachel he had been like that all week. Crying at the drop of a hat, and generally moody. One of the other kids Mom’s said that her son had a field trip for school that week, and was so exhausted, he fell asleep at the dinner table after getting home. So I guess it’s just the age, and being tired from long days at school and trying to cram a whole bunch of fun in at night after school.
I expected Max to complain about his clothes when he was in middle school or high school, I didn’t expect it to start in Kindergarten. When we went back to school shopping, Max saw a pair of Nike high tops that he loved. They were kind of expensive, but being he really loved them, and we knew it would make him happy going to school in them, we bought them for him. They were a little hard to get on, so we told him on days when Nana got him ready for school, he couldn’t wear them. She has carpal tunnel syndrome and wrestling with his foot to get the high tops on hurt her hands and wrists. Of course he complained about that. Then as the weather started getting cooler, he insisted he wanted to wear shorts, even on morning when it was in the 40’s. Mean old dad made him wear pants, and of course if even one kid in his class had on shorts, he was sure to tell me. “Francis has on shorts today”. “Eddies daddy let him wear shorts to school”.
Then a few weeks ago, we had a week where it did nothing but rain. They had some really good sales going on at Carters, Oshkosh and Childrens Place, so it was a perfect day to go shopping. We picked up some fall clothes for Max. On the way out of Childrens Place, I saw a pair of canvas high tops. They kind of looked like Chuck Taylors, but they were Childrens Place brand. I showed them to Max, and when I asked if he liked them, he sort of shrugged and said “Yeah, they’re ok”. Well as soon as he tried them on at home, he loved them. He wanted to wear them everywhere we went. I think he would sleep in them if we let him. Suddenly his Nike hightops were no longer cool. All he wants to wear are his new high tops. Since he liked them so much, we ended up going back and we found two more pair on clearance. So now he has a pair to wear to school, one to play outside and one pair as a spare incase he rips them or something. Of course since they are high tops, they are still kind of tough to get on and off, so we never really solved that problem.
The last dilemma started this past weekend. On Thursday, Max ended up putting a whole in a pair of his new school pants. So before going to the park, Rachel made him put on a pair of old jeans that used to belong to his cousin Andrew. The one knee was already ripped, which initially made Max mad. He wondered why we wanted to put ripped pants on him. But after wearing them a few hours, he really started to like them. He asked to wear them again on Sunday. So Sunday night, he was crushed when Rachel and I told him he couldn’t wear ripped jeans to school. As soon as he got home on Monday, he asked to put on his ripped jeans. Spend money on nice new clothes, and all he wants to wear are ripped hand me downs from his cousin. Go figure.
Max has two days off next week, and a 3 day weekend the following week because of Veterans Day. Then after a full week of school, he has a half day the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and Thursday and Friday off. Hopefully he will be able to get some extra sleep, recharge his batteries a bit and mellow out a little. We love him to pieces, but man this whiny stuff is driving us crazy!