Ok, not literally. He’s typical boy, all energy all the time, constantly on the go. He doesn’t just walk places, he runs there, full speed, without looking where he’s going and jumping on and off anything in his path. He plays sports year round, convinced his career path will be professional football player, basketball player, or baseball player, depending on the season. He’s the ultimate ladies man already. No matter the event, when he walks through the doors, he starts smoozing the ladies always finding a handful to flirt with.
But when it comes to getting himself ready to go somewhere, the time the boy takes to get ready can put any high maintenance woman to shame. All of this is a foreign concept to me as I can be ready in less than 30 minutes, shower to walking out the door.
First of all, the outfit must match. He started years ago asking me if this went with that. I’m glad he at least asks, unlike my daughter, who has a weird understanding of what goes with what, but that’s a different blog.
Then the hair. He has a colic that drives his crazy and he is forever trying to get those few pieces to lay down flat, so he started using hair gel last year. I don’t use hair gel. Heck, I didn’t even own hair gel. When he asked to use it, I had to go buy some.
After the hair comes the cologne. Don’t get me wrong with this one, I was thrilled when he wanted to smell good instead of like a stinky, sweaty boy. I ran to the store to buy him a bottle of something, anything.
Then we arrive at the shoes. My son has a shoe problem. He certainly has more shoes than my daughter and my husband, combined. I might own more pairs that him, but I only wear a few regularly, so he has me beat with his rotation. I can guarantee he will tell me he needs to get a new pair of shoes at least once a month.
And the process of getting shoes on his feet….to say it’s frustrating would be an understatement.
First he has to pick out which ones to wear. Then he has to hunt down the correct socks to go with the shoe choice. Next comes what I’ll lovingly call the sock process. I’m not exaggerating that it takes him about 3 minutes a foot. The sock goes on. It’s pull, straightened, pull, straightened, the toe area is tugged on, pull, then taken off and put back on, more pulling, more straightening. Then the shoes goes on, toe in, heal down, tongue pulled, sock pulled, then the shoes comes off, sock restraightened and repulled and then the shoe steps begin again. Once he is finally satisfied with the first shoe, the whole process begins on the second foot. The whole time this is going on, the rest of the family is staring at him, willing him to hurry up already so we can go.
Then, just when we think the boy is FINALLY ready to go, he will decide that he has to go to the bathroom. Now, you might be think, so what. Well my high maintenance boy prefers to take off most of his apparel, except the socks, when using the powder room, (Who does this!?!?!) so this means starting the whole dressing and shoe process over again. How late are we now???
So when you see me backing out of my driveway with my shoeless, shirtless, son chasing me to get in the vehicle, don’t judge.
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