Boys and clothes versus girls and clothes, there are some fundamental differences right. When it comes to clothes, I am going to risk being flamed for lack of political correctness and declare myself to be a girl girly. Yes, I like bling, glitter and shopping. I find experimenting with make up and hair colour fun, although to those of you who know me or at least have seen my photo, this hardly comes as a surprise. The boys on the other hand are only interested in clothes when it comes to football kits, trainers and football boots, although older boy has been known to delve into labels such as Hype on occasion. I will always maintain that having boys was mother nature’s way of saving me from bankruptcy. If I had produced girls, I would have been tempted to splash out on lovely sparkly clothes, although never in a million years would I have gone as far as to enter them into beauty pageants or similar.
In my dealings with boys and clothes I’m not just talking about an aversion to shopping, I’m talking about an aversion to getting dressed. Older boy likes nothing better than having what he terms a no dress Saturday. On such Saturdays, he just sits around in his pants and might borrow my dressing gown if he is feeling the cold. If he does need to get dressed, and this also applies to other days, he will grab the first thing he comes across in his drawer, regardless of the weather, think a sweatshirt and shorts combination. On the whole though, it does make life easier. For instance, when we have our school mufti days, I never need to spend much time thinking about what the boys are going to wear, it’s the same for parties. There is rarely any reluctance to wear what I have picked out, although younger boy is obsessed with trousers being too big for him when they are the perfect size; in fact he prefers shorts.
Once upon a time nearly a year ago, younger boy was still insisting on wearing shorts every day, even though it was October. I kept trying to talk him out of it, but every day was met with trouser refusal. I tried reasoning with him and telling him that everybody would think that I couldn’t even be bothered to dress my kids properly, which isn’t a million miles from the truth. One day things came to a head, it was freezing cold and I’m fully confident that I would have got a call from school if I had allowed him to wear shorts. Several times he took his trousers off and eventually I was left with no option other than to rip his shorts off, throw his trousers outside, force him out of the front door and bolt the door until he put his trousers on. This sounds extreme but it did work. However, he did tell me he hated me several times before arriving at school that day. Maybe a lesson was learned, because I did manage to get him to move from shorts to trousers with less drama this year.