… you’re kind of grateful for the constipation days, because that makes clean up so much easier. Until you try to flush…
…You step outside to pick up the mail, and then age five years in less than one second when the door sticks prompting a horrifying moment of paralyzing terror when you think that maybe you locked the front door, leaving your special needs adult on the other side. Alone. Unsupervised. And all the keys are either in the house, or with family members in another state. And, unlike having a toddler, this is something you have had to worry about doing for the last 20 years or more.
…You answer the door to find two pleasant, but strange men asking to hunt on your property and your 25 year old chooses that moment to walk out of the bathroom- in full view of the front door, with her dress hiked up and her pull-up in her hands instead of on her person. As a bonus, in your race to cover your child, you knock over a precious bottle of kombucha, and the dog launches himself at the screen door in his efforts to eat the strange men.
….Every time your back is turned, your child snatches any food you have left on your plate- again, for the last 20 years, not just for two. In this case, tomatoes, which she decided she didn’t like, so she made tomato juice on the floor while you were talking to the nice strangers at the door. Through the screen. Over the snarls and barks of the dog.
…. Even though she is 25 years old, she can still make your heart go gooey as a roasted marshmallow just by saying “Mama.” Because that is the o
nly word she *does* vocalize