Husband just called me from work to tell me he just got laid off.
- Husband: "You need a nap. You're misbehaving."
- Preschooler: "No, you're Mr. Behaving! You're just jealous!"
“Baby _______, can you see my nose?” The preschooler says, while sticking her nose in my bellybutton. I love that silly girl.
As soon as I dropped the preschooler at preschool today, it hit me. It hit me as soon as she went inside her classroom, chatting away with her BFF.
Who is going to watch her those few days while I’m in labor and stuff? When I had her I was in the hospital for two, almost three, days. I am freaking out about this… and it’s probably a little early to freak out about this, but maybe you’ll understand a little better when I explain something.
My daughter has sensory issues.
She only likes a certain type of foods. No icky, slimy, and soggy. I could go on forever, really. Her bathwater needs to be just so, and she doesn’t like water splashing on her face. She freaks out at loud noises and has light sensitivity so sometimes she has to wear her sunglasses indoors. She has a serious obsession with puzzles and if I sit here and tell you all her little quirks, I could probably write you half a novel.
My family…. doesn’t understand her sensory issues. My mom tried to bathe her once and my daughter had a meltdown like you wouldn’t believe because my mother didn’t use my method on how to wash her hair. I am freaking out about this.
Someone give me a hug?