I want my inch back!

You may be asking yourself what inch do you want back? I don't want the inches I lost around my waist and other areas, but I would take them if Lexi would give me back the inch we gave her. You know the saying give them an inch and they will take it all or something like that. I don't know the exact saying but I gave a little and she took more than she needed.



So my sweet little Lexi is now in the naked stage. It started with shoes and socks and got worse and worse. It started before I had Danielle but I think just got pushed into overdrive when she arrived.



Next, she wanted to wear her jammies all day. Hey why not? We aren't going anywhere. I think that was my first mistake. Then I couldn't get her to wear normal clothes, then not even jammies.



Last week she threw a fit all night long about them. Between her and Danielle waking up to eat Johnny and I got about 3 hours of sleep that night. *side note: on top of all the no sleep, I got the flu too.

So now she goes to bed with clothes on but she takes them off and then goes to sleep. That is fine with me until....one day after the nap she was suppose to be taking, I went into her room and she was diaperless. Oh what treasures I found on the floor and her bed. So once again I am washing sheets for the 2ND time that day. Now I have to make sure that she is wearing her diaper when she is sleeping and make sure I go in there right when she gets up or there is more laundry for me.



So this problem has been going on about 2 months now and we are at out wits end. Nothing works and there are days I dread going into her room knowing that it was going to start with a fit. I don't feel like I can go anywhere because it is just not worth the fight to me. She will cry and whine the whole entire time we are out. It got so bad she didn't want to go to the park or a friends house because she knew she would have to put her shoes and clothes on.



The other night I told Johnny that the Lord was going to have pity on me this week. His reply was doubtful. I told him I don't care and I will exercise all the faith I have that Heavenly Father was going to bless me, because he knows I couldn't handle anymore.



This picture I took last night and notice that she is wearing pants and her shirt! Victory at last!!! She thought she was so smart putting on one of daddy's socks and one of mine and then walking around in Johnny's shoes. Now if I can just get her to wear her own, I will be a happy mommy!

Heavenly Father does answer prayers!

Anyone got any helpful hints?