"Mom, how does the Tooth Fairy fly through the air?"
"How do YOU think?"
"I think moms do it."
"Ah."
"But how can a Mom be a Tooth Fairy?"
"Good moms are lots of things, Princess."
"OH."

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Smells and Sounds of RAD on the Move

Tomorrow is Moving Day, and I am reasonably sure I will not last until the end of it. My father is coming Saturday with the explicit assignment of Stroking My Hair While I Cry.

The regression is so thick here you can smell it. Literally. Did you know RAD has an odor? I didn't, either, until a couple other RAD moms mentioned it here or there, and I realized, that pe.e-like smell that gets stronger on the bad days and doesn't go away even if I shower her? It's RAD.

Speaking of pe.e. All the progress from the last six months? It's gone. Gone. Just. Gone. I'm trying to handle it as matter-of-factly as possible, but, ARGH!!!

And, I'm not sure, because I didn't actually see her do it, but I'm pretty sure Princess poured her brain in a blender, whirred it around, put it in a storage container, and tucked it in the back of the freezer for another time because

It's gone. Gone. Just. Gone.

The manipulation. I had a very matter-of-fact conversation at the new house about bike riding, specifically about how children who don't use the toilet are usually kept very close to their mothers, so, while I do get her need to not use the toilet right now, there will be no bike-riding-down-the-road until said need has passed. The conversation was not well received. So, as soon as my visiting mother was in the room, guess what Princess asked with no outward indication of having heard previous conversation? Yep. Because, unfortunately, the Mommy has been guilty of not wanting to appear hard, controlling, callous, mean, and weird in front of other adults, and Princess picked up on that weakness looooooong before I did. And of course, keeping her close to me means I'm mean, stupid, ugly, and don't take care of her. According to Princess, anyway.

The rages. Oh, my aching muscles, the rages. I got a bite two weeks ago that is only now not visible. Peanut has a black eye with a good sized cut underneath. I have to repeat, "don't get triggered, don't get triggered," over and over in my head while saying out loud things like, "this is hard. I'm right here," and, "I'm really sorry, Honey, but you'll have to find a way to breathe/get comfortable/itch/pe.e without hitting/pinching/biting/kicking me."

I know she'll get it back, but I'm not truly convinced that knowledge is making this any easier or less heart-breaking. Right now all I can think of is how very, very much I'd like someone else to clean my new whirlpool tub for me so I can sink into it down to my eyes and not come out, ever. Or until the water's cold.

But I can't.

Because Princess is asking for the sixth time for the location of  the paint I told her I packed and moved to the new house. She's trying really hard to make a different answer come out of my mouth, and I don't think she's going to give up any time soon.

3 comments:

  1. Oh no, those regressions are awful. Poor Princess and poor YOU! Because simply moving isn't really stinking hard enough......
    She'll get back. Now you know she can do it. Hang in there!

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  2. The smell of RAD...wow Ive just fallen in ...RAD has a smell... oh my goodness...
    Kerrie I'm totally feeling this with you...just going back to school was hard for BOP... I remember when we moved house before we knew it was RAD.... so I totally hear you.....I wish I could come and clean that hot tub out for you.... I would by the way if we lived closer... I also would get in it with you and hand you a large glass of something ......

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  3. I hate regressions! I haope the move was ok and that you are handling the current transtion with lots of chocolate and perhaps and adult beverage or two.

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