Bad Mom! Bad! Bad!
Yup. C'est moi! Can you understand me? My tongue is planted firmly in my cheek here, I'm afraid I might be mumbling.
So - today Miss G took a bath. It's Spring vacation week so we had plenty of time to dawdle this morning. And tomorrow. And the next day. Ugh. Oops, sorry.
Miss G was in the tub. She's 11. She knows how to swim. I don't sit with her in the bathroom any longer. Next thing I know, she's downstairs. Dressed. Including the requisite undergarments for a young lady. I ran upstairs to make sure Bella hadn't jumped into the tub. Even if she had, Gianna had emptied the tub. Yup, my Gianna.
The kid who at three so out out of control that the neuro assured me she would be on meds by 6 for her "oppositional defiant disorder" was bathed, dried, dressed and ready to go. All by herself.
Boy, I sure am a crappy Mom for changing who my kid was, aren't I? I must really hate her.
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Those of you in the autism world know what I'm talking about you. Many of you hate your kids too, right? ;)