Need I even mention how awful this holiday is?
The schools start prepping the kids early. "Kids, we're going to make fun gifts for your moms for Mother's Day!"
Son of a #$%$@^#$^#%$@!
For at least a couple of weeks now, my RAD daughter has been a giant dill weed. I have found socks with holes the size of Montana (and not on the bottom as if the sock wore out, but on the neck of the sock up by the ankles where she pulls out individual threads). Hand washing has become a game of "let's leave the water running and see how long it is until someone notices." I've found water trickling hours after I know the child last used the bathroom.
We have removed all sock privileges. And believe me, I hate it! Her feet STINK in her shoes without socks. I'll be burning her shoes after this school year ends and forcing her to wear Crocs the rest of her live long life.
And hand washing now requires an adult by her side. Which means, if mom is busy cooking dinner, she has to sit and wait until I am free to go turn on the water for her, or give her a pump of hand sanitizer (also to be manipulated by an adult lest she waste a half a bottle of gel because she likes the smell, the feel, the play factor). Kill me now!
I hate this holiday! Specifically, I hate this holiday with a RAD child. She doesn't want to celebrate me. She wants to hate me. She wants to ruin my life.
All I want is to run away on Mother's Day. Fly me off somewhere, put me up for a couple of nights in a hotel, and let me order pizza and hot fudge sundaes, watch movies and sleep as long as I want, not having to wait on anyone, not to have a moment of hyper-vigilance over what the RAD child is up to now. A nice long weekend of freedom for the RAD mom. That's what I need!
Too much to ask?
