Scene: Any given day at my house. We are late for something. I’m racing around the house getting myself ready after making breakfast or lunch, dispensing medication and finding socks, leotards or shoes. None of which is for myself.
Me (racing from the kitchen to the bathroom with Diet Pepsi in hand which will give me enough energy for all this racing I am about to do): Put your shoes on!
Child (either child, it doesn’t matter which because in this scenario they are both the SAME!): Stares blankly at the TV screen and moves legs slowly as if getting up to put on shoes. I fall for this every time.
Me (from the bathroom where I am brushing my teeth, literally and figuratively foaming at the mouth because no one has crossed my line of vision to the foyer where the shoes are): Please put your shoes on!
Child (exasperated because I am such a giant pain in their butt even though we are heading out the door to their activity): Okay!
Me (from my bedroom where I’m putting on my watch and rings and trying to find my own socks): Shoes on! Now!
Child: I am!
Me (from the foyer where the child is sitting on the floor clearly without shoes on): Put your shoes on! Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!
Child: Oh. I didn’t hear you.
It’s a wonder at this point that my head doesn’t just spontaneously explode.
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You're back. I'm glad. tourette's comes with a lot more profanity, but the head spinning, it's the same.
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