Gone with the Bed Rules

His Behavioral Therapist was like,

You know, she…

she was like….

“Hey, Heidi, we may want to teach Dublin how to make his own bed during one of our parent consultations.”

So, Heidi, using her best Clark Gable impression,

—raised eye brow and cocked side-mouth—

was like “frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn about making beds! I don’t even make my own!”

The Behavioral Therapist had no idea that Heidi’s refusal to make her own bed has something to do with her toes secretly hating comforter and sheet corners that have been tightened by aesthetic adjustments. She and her toes prefer to jump into cozy, disorderly messes.

As Heidi edits and reads this blog entry she realizes that, perhaps, she just evidenced that behavioral and sensory issues are genetic.

As Heidi watched the Behavioral Therapist retire for the day, she was pretty sure that the Behavioral Therapist would put her keys in her ignition, plunge her head into her steering wheel, and yelp “tomorrow is another day!”