Because when both the washer and dryer are running and I close the door, then I cannot hear him crying.
It started when he was about 2 and half or so, if memory serves.
Sometimes I try to block it out. The past that is.
It was NOT fun.
It’s less frequent now but still hurts my heart.
I’m not “super mom” like some people think. (just because I have three kids?? huh? what?) I’m human. I yell. I lose my “cool”.
Last week a sweet blogger friend I know posted about some similar events at her house with one of her children and I stupidly left a comment that my child “used” to act that way.
These last few days? No more “used” to. He’s been in full-on emotional break-down mode and it’s taxing on us both, to say the least.
I hesitate to say any more because he’s 6.5 now and I don’t want him thinking that I’m talking about him badly on my blog. And I love him to bits. I do.
But you are all my friends and my support and I just need you to know and to wrap your internet arms around me and remind me I am not alone.
I know I am not but sometimes when he’s in one room crying his eyes out and I’m in another about to, it’s good to have that reminder.