The grunting, the stomping, the squealing, the repeating...
We have been fighting with Carson about his location that he insists the juice sits (which is in the middle of hallway and path) or his lunchbox sitting in the middle of the dining room. We do choose our battles and some battles are not worth fighting over. But these are 2 that are potentially dangerous. Just like this morning, Bill walks out to the kitchen with something in his hands and although we know the juice thing, he still tripped over it. The frustrating part of me wants to throw the juice out the window. But the mom in me says thay isn’t the answer. But what is???
Why does it have to be so hard to try to have things look decent or in a reasonable location??
As I am typing this blog Carson is the next room kicking the wall and the bed? And we don’t know why? Bill walks into his room and says to stop and its bedtime. Carson keeps repeating “nice hair cut, nice shave” (tonight was shave night) which Bill and I both repeated for him before we tucked him in. Why?? What is going on in his head??
What has caused such a sensory overload??
Today is a frustrating day, another day or so many questions that there are no answers to!
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