You roam the aisles of the grocery store and have NO IDEA what to buy because your kid lives on PB&J.
You’re making (what feels like) your 1,157 peanut butter sandwich this week.
You throw another uneaten meal away.
You walk into the living room to find your kid standing on the coffee table in his undies.
You would pay someone $1,000 to give your child a haircut.
You and your child end up in tears trying to get through a haircut.
You have a drawer full of compression shirts.
You own a mini trampoline.
You’re asked to cut the tags out of most pajamas.
You have to rub your kids back before bed and it still takes forever for them to drift off to sleep.
You get 4 a.m. wake up calls and send your sweetie back to bed (praying they go back to sleep).
Your kid would live in the bathtub.
You get a surprise lick to the face.
You sing silly songs to make it through teeth brushing.
You let your kid play in the sandbox in the dead of winter.
You have to add extra time into your morning routine for brushing and compressions.
You spend Friday mornings at occupational therapy.
You play referee on playdates because your seeker can come across as a linebacker.
You’re constantly saying get that out of your mouth.
You have The Out-of-Sync Child on your bedside table.
You know a sensory diet doesn’t consist of food.
You will do anything to get him regulated.
You crash into bed exhausted at the end of the day (and pray he sleeps through the night).