I found this gem in a journal entry of mine from about 5 months ago.
Since the last post was a bit heavy, I thought I'd follow it up with a funny story.
A little history before you read: A had been struggling with her SPD, which led to this (something I can laugh at now...)
"This morning we were getting ready for Church and A wore a new dress. She tried it on without an undershirt first. Then she put a t-shirt under it. That worked, but it was a VERY delicate situation.
Apparently I messed that up when I touched the tag. It took her 10 minutes to settle down after completely melting down. When I fixed her hair, she *gently* reminded me to be careful of the tag.
Oh for crying out loud."
And that's how logic works in my household...
Since the last post was a bit heavy, I thought I'd follow it up with a funny story.
A little history before you read: A had been struggling with her SPD, which led to this (something I can laugh at now...)
"This morning we were getting ready for Church and A wore a new dress. She tried it on without an undershirt first. Then she put a t-shirt under it. That worked, but it was a VERY delicate situation.
Apparently I messed that up when I touched the tag. It took her 10 minutes to settle down after completely melting down. When I fixed her hair, she *gently* reminded me to be careful of the tag.
So I was very careful. And when we were done (we made it without a complete meltdown) I said “look, I didn’t even touch the tag.”
Ya know what she said?????
“What tag?”
What the….?
What just happened there?????
I know, “WHAT TAG?!” The blasted thing wasn’t touching her because she had an undershirt on to serve as a buffer.
And that's how logic works in my household...
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