I discovered today that a broken foot has one odd benefit. I can wear socks out of the box under my bed. It’s a box full of socks with no match, but they are ones I really like so I keep holding out hope the match will miraculously appear. So far no luck. (and… Continue reading Do You Know How to Count?
So the other morning, my youngest daughter decided to completely fall apart about socks. To say it was a disaster is putting it mildly. About 5 minutes into the exchange, I realized that I was acting more immature than my 6 year old. I wasn’t sure how to stop the spiral, so unfortunately….I didn’t. I… Continue reading sensory issues, socks, and serious stuff