I’m Through Caring What People Think

Ok so Charlie’s hair looks like a scarecrows, Jorja has berry smoothy all over her face, and Darcy isn’t wearing shoes!

Why should I care if people judge me for all these and other foibles? If only they knew how hard it was to get Charlie out of bed in the morning, then the battle to get her out of the shower, then dressed five minutes before we have to leave for school.

If only they knew how hard it was to get Charlie out of bed in the morning, then the battle to get her out of the shower, then dressed five minutes before we have to leave for school.

If only they knew how hard it was to get Charlie out of bed in the morning, then the battle to get her out of the shower, then dressed five minutes before we have to leave for school.

If only they knew that Jorja screams the house down every morning when anyone approaches her with a hairbrush or toothbrush. If only they knew that she seems to think that she hasn’t had breakfast even if she’s already had three.

If only they knew that Darcy gets hot feet, even in the dead of winter, and no matter the situation she insists that I carry her shoes, if only they could see the shoes that I’m carrying clearly in my hand.

I assume that most people have these and many other struggles in their mornings, I assume that they somehow understand what it’s like to have a child with ADHD, another with sensory issues, and a kid who’s just as defiant as hell.

But assumptions make an arse out of you and me, so in true human fashion; I feel judged, judged for uncombed hair, messy faces, and shoeless toddlers. And as I feel this I also feel like I need to loudly explain these things in a statement type of way; “Don’t you want to wear your shoes, I have them right here?” “Did you brush your hair today Charlie, you look like a scarecrow?” “Jorja let me rub spit on your face to clean the berries off!”

Well, I’m pretty much over these feelings, this is the way it is, it’s really hard to get everything right, so I guess everyone will just have to accept our unkempt children, and my flustered ways.

Deal with it folks.

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