When informed doctor has no available appointments for six months, refuses to take "no" for an answer.
Nods and pretends to know what child is saying even though she has no idea.
Shoots Death Glare right back at people as child melts down in restaurant/mall/movie/wherever.
Asks PT, OT and speech therapist for more exercises for child. Doesn't do them.
Gives vague/neutral answer when asked if doing all the exercises the PT, OT and speech therapist recommended. ("I'm trying!")
Resolves, once again, to start potty training next week. Or the week after. Or....
Hides therapeutic toy that plays the world's most annoying music.
Hides in bathroom, with magazines.
Gets annoyed when receptionists at doctors' offices refer to her as "Mom"—as in, "I have some questions for you, Mom!"
Gives child's feet a "rest" on weekend and doesn't put on foot braces.
Makes sure babysitter, in-laws and everyone else limits child's screen time—but lets child watch TV or YouTube videos for hours in a row.
Dashes out of home without the EpiPen.
Pretends not to notice child is kicking seat in front of him on plane until person says something.
Briefly considers calling in sick for IEP meeting.
Raids child's Cheez Doodles that the speech therapist is using to practice chewing.
Copies medical form from last year, fills in new date.
Gives up and lets child drink the pool water.
Sneaks glances at Facebook while helping child with homework. Then finishes up child's homework.
Lets child crash in bed, once again.
Informs child that Chuck E. Cheez/car wash/whatever place of obsession is closed...and it's 11 a.m. in the morning.
Has been meaning to organize a team discussion among child's therapists...for a year now.
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