"I have got no idea why, but the twins just cry so bloody much. At everything. As often as they can. Every morning is a screamfest over getting dressed to go to kindy. Twin1 steadfastly refuses to wear anything but a tiny little sun dress. It's 10 degrees outside"
"Pick your battles." My colleague said. "Don't fight over clothes, just let her wear what she wants. She probably only makes a fuss with you, I bet she lets the kindy staff put jumpers and trousers on her. It won't kill her to be cold for a short while."
And so it has been over the last two weeks that I have allowed the tiny little soul to go to kindy with barely a scrap of clothing on. It's bloody freezing and I ask her if she'd like a jumper but the answer's always the same. Yesterday I was told that a few parents have expressed concern over her clothes. The last thing any parent needs is another parent's judgemental crap. So to all those who give me the 'you're a shit parent' glance when they see twin1 dancing around gaily in her sundress and sparkly shoes while the rain sheets down in icy needles I gather myself to my full height, raise my head snootily in the air, muster as much dignity as possible and shout 'FUCK OFF.'