“If you cannot follow directions, you cannot be around others. If you cannot follow directions, I will put you in your room.” He stands motionless. Baby attached to my back, I move to lift him. He goes boneless and slinks to the ground. With another threat, he demands that I help him stand. I quietly walk away and retrieve the garden hose. I, in my infinite wisdom, choose that moment to start watering our newly seeded lawn. Spraying dangerously close to my tantruming toddler, my heart urges me to go ahead and soak the little sucker. But with his shrieks of, “Mommy! WET!” my brain tells me to shut it down.
At any given point of any given day, my house is scattered with a variety of plastic containers–old (empty!) pill bottles, forgotten Parmesan cheese containers, long since used toothpaste tubes; basically anything that has a lid that goes on and off. My son’s recent fascination of an old milk jug (well-washed but still ick) lays […]