Next Friday she has her wisdom teeth removed. She's only recently been able to get her flu shot without hyperventilating and making a production. And that's only with me holding her hand repeating the mantra "Just look at me. Breathe deep. Just look at me..." So the idea of someone cutting her gums to remove teeth not yet emerged freaks her out....alot. We had to watch a video that explains the procedure AND all the possible reactions. She almost passed out just watching the video and covered her ears and closed her eyes when they put diagrams up showing the steps of the actual extraction. So even though we don't discuss the upcoming "event" anymore, it still looms in her subconscious.
Then in 10 days she starts at a new school. She's always gotten "first day of school jitters" even when going back to a known. She's not 100% in favor of transferring schools (not totally against it either) and she's worried over the social situation.
Me? I'm a talker. Something in the near future stressing me? Let me talk it out. Almost anyone will do. Let me look at it from every angle. Imagine the worst possible scenario and how I'd survive it. This over analysis will calm me. Not the Imp. She firmly believes that not acknowledging the stressful event will either a) make it less stressful or b) maybe it will go away. Avoidance is one of her top coping techniques. So she doesn't want to talk about her surgery or starting at a new school but is still very uneasy about them both...so she has to have an outlet. That outlet is vehement, loud, indignant protesting of her school uniform. Her verbal rampages make the uniform sound like something from a Victorian era boarding school.
She walks around ranting about her belief that uniforms are, by their very nature, tortuous and cruel. Her actual uniform consists of khaki pants and a green pullover. Horrors!
And to add insult to her already injured sense of fashion, shoes must be dark brown or black and tie. No athletic shoes allowed.
So these shoes would all be acceptable.
These wouldn't
And these are what she really wants to wear.
And then, what really pushes her completely over the edge of sanity is the sock requirement. They must be white and cover the ankle bone. I don't know. I think someone needs to nominate me for worst mom award for allowing the school to impart such harsh conditions upon my child.
As you can tell, my patience with the whole uniform thing is about gone...okay it IS gone. But I'm trying not to kill her and remind myself that this is the way she's expressing her angst. There are definitely worse ways. But once school starts there's a 'no complaining about uniform' rule unless she wants me to create a weekend uniform for her as well.
Oh, she's walking through the house, as I type, complaining about the fact her shirt must be tucked in (despite the pictures showing otherwise, apparently the administration is cracking down on this rule). "I can't believe I have to tuck my shirt in! Well, I'm gonna blouse it over so it doesn't look tucked-in. It looks so stupid to tuck your shirt in. This is so stupid. How I dress does not make me a good or bad person. They need to focus on something a little more important than my shirttail."
I give up. But I am instituting a moratorium on uniform talk for the 8-hour car trip we're about to make!
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