As I was wrestling with the kiddo tonight in an attempt to trim his toenails, I seemingly ran out of curse words to describe how much I hate effing sensory processing issues. Honest to god. I know those toes had to get done. They were clicking on the tile when he walked barefoot in the kitchen. Of course tonight, one had to start peeling off on it's own. A little chip in the nail most mortals would of ignored till they got to it. Not my kid. All hands on deck! His toenail was bothering him!
He wants the problem fixed but seeing as he hates getting his nails trimmed more than Eagles fan hates the Cowboys, I knew what I was in for. I gathered my resolve, the clippers and what's left of my sanity.
Ten minutes later and only one foot done, I said eff this and I'll do the other when you sleep. I probably will forget as I write to blog tonight. (I did!) I'll have this whole damn dance tomorrow with him. FUN!
Anyway, my point is, this sensory processing disorder stuff BLOWS! It is the hardest part for me to fully understand. Like dude it's not that bad! I pay someone to cut, file and paint my toes and I think it's a treat! But when I think about it, everyone kind of has something that is a sensory processing issue.
Like you remember that kid's fairy tale of The Princess and the Pea. The gal had to prove how dainty she was by sleeping on a stack of mattresses and would she be able to detect the pea that would disturb her slumber. Now me? If I was in a bed alone without a small child in it with his to long toe nails in my face, I could get over a mutha truckin pea under the mattress. Seriously, what is that Princess bitching about? Could be way worse girl! But that's her so whatever. Eye roll.
So when I have to sit on my kid to trim these nails, I really have a parenting fail. Cause I have screamed "Get over it!! Mommy goes to get her toes done to relax!! What's the problem!?!?!?!"
Meanwhile, I don't like to eat ribs because they are to sticky and I don't like the stuff on my fingers. So go ahead, eye roll at me. We all got one. Even you. :=)