Both of my boys come home from school, and before they do anything, they take their shoes off. Zane usually leaves his socks on while he does his homework and roams the house, but he know I will loudly protest to him wearing socks only outside. Nothing kills a pair of socks faster then trekking around outside in them, plus is makes it hard to get clean. I am, after all, a guy. For a guy I am very good about doing laundry, and sending my boys to school in clean clothes, however I do not separate loads and bleach my whites, so no socks outside! Holden takes both his socks and his shoes off, as soon as he gets home, and proceeds to leave them where ever he wants.
If we end up going anywhere I will have to track down one of Holden’s 4 pairs of flip flops. These regularly disappear, as I try to get Holden to where something while he plays outside. So I spend ten minutes rummaging through everything, and searching high and low for his shoes, asking Zane, much to his annoyance, several times if he has seen any of Holden’s flip flops. Eventually I manage to find a pair, get them on Holden, and make for the garage, when Zane informs me that he doesn’t have shoes on. To which I will ask, “Zane, you knew we were going somewhere, you saw me looking for Holden’s flip flops, why didn’t you put your shoes on?” to which he will respond “How should I know you wanted to go somewhere.” So I help Zane track down his shoes. We go for the garage once more, and as I get to the door, I notice that Holden has already shed his flip flops somewhere. At which point I debate whether Holden is going to require shoes on what ever errand we are about to run. I have completely given up on his wear shoes in the backyard.
This wouldn’t really be that big of deal to me, hell those of you who have known me a long time, know there were about five years of my life, in which I never wore shoes, AT ALL. The problem is, when Holden goes to bed at night, and starts his nightly routine of self evaluation, he starts obsessing on things. First it will be “Band aid” or even better “Snowman Band Aid” (Holden calls ice packs snowman band aids, because I had some of the chemical ones that you break to activate, and they have a picture of a snow flake on the box, that looks like a band aid box.) that he wants as he finds nicks and cuts he has acquired while outside without his shoes on. After receiving a band aid or two he will next ask for “scissors” (Holden refers to anything that resembles a pair of scissors as scissors, this includes the dike style toe nail cutters, and of course actual scissors), as he discovers snags in his toe nails, and they drive him crazy. This is all after he has gone to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and taken off his clothes for bed, and is lying in bed. So I try and get Zane ready for bed, try to get myself ready for bed, and deal with every little obsessive thing Holden can find on his body. Last night it was three calls of “Scissors!”, each time I have to find the particular snag he is feeling, and cut it off. Then he settles back down, and just when you think he is ready to sleep, “Scissors”, and it starts all over again.
If we end up going anywhere I will have to track down one of Holden’s 4 pairs of flip flops. These regularly disappear, as I try to get Holden to where something while he plays outside. So I spend ten minutes rummaging through everything, and searching high and low for his shoes, asking Zane, much to his annoyance, several times if he has seen any of Holden’s flip flops. Eventually I manage to find a pair, get them on Holden, and make for the garage, when Zane informs me that he doesn’t have shoes on. To which I will ask, “Zane, you knew we were going somewhere, you saw me looking for Holden’s flip flops, why didn’t you put your shoes on?” to which he will respond “How should I know you wanted to go somewhere.” So I help Zane track down his shoes. We go for the garage once more, and as I get to the door, I notice that Holden has already shed his flip flops somewhere. At which point I debate whether Holden is going to require shoes on what ever errand we are about to run. I have completely given up on his wear shoes in the backyard.
This wouldn’t really be that big of deal to me, hell those of you who have known me a long time, know there were about five years of my life, in which I never wore shoes, AT ALL. The problem is, when Holden goes to bed at night, and starts his nightly routine of self evaluation, he starts obsessing on things. First it will be “Band aid” or even better “Snowman Band Aid” (Holden calls ice packs snowman band aids, because I had some of the chemical ones that you break to activate, and they have a picture of a snow flake on the box, that looks like a band aid box.) that he wants as he finds nicks and cuts he has acquired while outside without his shoes on. After receiving a band aid or two he will next ask for “scissors” (Holden refers to anything that resembles a pair of scissors as scissors, this includes the dike style toe nail cutters, and of course actual scissors), as he discovers snags in his toe nails, and they drive him crazy. This is all after he has gone to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and taken off his clothes for bed, and is lying in bed. So I try and get Zane ready for bed, try to get myself ready for bed, and deal with every little obsessive thing Holden can find on his body. Last night it was three calls of “Scissors!”, each time I have to find the particular snag he is feeling, and cut it off. Then he settles back down, and just when you think he is ready to sleep, “Scissors”, and it starts all over again.
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