Leila grew out of all her pants this morning. I swear, last week her pants fit, and now they don't. Just like that. I had two pair of a larger size stashed in her closet, and I had to cinch the hell out of the waist band, but she's wearing a size 14 today. She's 10.
Her response to this sudden growth spurt? "I guess you have to go shopping!" I'm not sure I've ever heard of a 10 year old girl who didn't want to pick out her own clothes. She hates shopping for clothes, and she hates picking out what she's going to where in the morning. She's 10, people!
I think I have to up my parenting game. This is a child who seems to not want to do anything at all for herself. I'm not talking about doing her own laundry, or making her own meals, but she can get out some underwear and socks, right? Now that we're in our house, I'm making her do all kinds of extreme things like put her plate in the dishwasher, and put her toothbrush away, and feed the animals. She (so far) hasn't objected to any of this, but God forbid she remember to do it on her own. Also, her brand new room, the one she moved into two weeks ago, looks like a tornado went through it already. I can't even walk in there.
Yup, gotta up my game.
In other news, it is raining and my cat does not like it. He keeps meowing, and getting on the table and rubbing and nibbling on papers, and staying next to me. Its annoying. He's usually trying to tell me something when he acts like this, like he's out of food or water, but I checked, and he is filled up on both, and he has a clean litter box. I guess he's just trying to tell me, "THERE'S WATER FALLING FROM THE SKY!"
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