11/06/2026
Today's business update: I handed a bag to the postie. That's it. That's the whole update. ๐ฆ
It's been a week. Little Pickle's leg is still healing which means every evening I get to be her personal punch bag while I clean it and apply Savlon โ she's absolutely delightful about it, as you can imagine ๐คฃ
On top of that, a week of barely sleeping and a child who saves all her dysregulation for the moment she sees my face has completely wiped me out. And it's only Thursday.
The highlight of today was being locked out of my own house. This was after she had called me dumb and said she hated me for making her have cream on all the way home and even walking off out of my sight.
I was chatting to a neighbour on the doorstep. Little Pickle opened the door, decided that was enough of that, and shut me out. Then leaned on it for a good 5 minutes so I couldn't get back in. My brother was home so she was fine โ I was just stood there on my own doorstep like ๐๐ฎ
You do get those moments where your brain goes where did I go wrong? And then you catch yourself, because you know you didn't. And you know it's not her fault either. That's just the neurodiverse parenting experience sometimes โ you love them to absolute pieces and some days it is just really, really hard.
Anyway. We're going to bed early, I'm going to try and get her settled, and I'm going to lie there hoping tomorrow is a better day for both of us.
If you needed to hear it today โ you're not failing. You're just tired. There's a difference. ๐ฉต