The massive morning meltdown


It was a rough morning and Emmett was not easy to get off to school. He woke up in what’s amounted to a horrible mood. He said he was tired and I’m not here to say he wasn’t. The problem was all the fricking screaming. 

Lizze was making lunches and I was trying to get Emmett dressed. The operative word in the last sentence is trying. 

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He was very anti-clothing, which usually means he’s struggling with sensory issues. 

I eventually succeeded in getting Emmet  dressed, but to be completely honest, I’m not sure how I survived this morning.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly grateful that he made it to school but no I’m completely drained.