One day it’s 75, the next it’s 32 and snowing.  There is no predictable pattern, and no way for the kids’ to understand when I try to pick out their clothes.  “You have to wear long sleeves today.”  “You can’t wear shorts again.”  “It’s too hot for a sweater.”  “You don’t need your rainboots today.”  “You can’t wear sandals yet.”  As if those battles aren’t bad enough, this is the time of year when I clean out the dressers, try on clothes, and figure out what I need to buy before summer.  Except the boys will not try on clothes.  So I have to hold the clothes up and cross my fingers, or wrestle the kid to the ground, or end up letting him go to school in blue checked shorts and a green sweater because I completely give up.  And in the process, the dressers inevitably get rearranged a little.  The drawer that used to hold pants now holds T-shirts.  The jammies fill up two drawers now.  The sweater drawer is half sweaters, half long sleeve shirts.  I don’t know about your kids, but the streak of OCD in mine find this utterly unbearable.  It makes no sense to me to cry over the fact that your Christmas jammies have gone into storage or that T-shirts have taken over the corner of the drawer previously reserved for athletic pants.  Maybe it’s because they view it as a loss of control. …continue reading