Our world was changing every day, but the laundry was never any different.
We ran out of all our gifted detergent when I was pregnant with our third child and caring for Adelaide, who was getting further and further behind.
Mentally, I couldn't make that detergent.
I couldn't do it.
Our genetics tests all came back inconclusive.
Doctors were saying she may never walk, talk, or learn to read.
The laundry needed me, but I couldn't make the detergent.
I asked friends for coupons, raided the change jar, and bought detergent.
It felt normal.
I spent money.
And then I read a book.
It was worth every single nickel I used in that Express Lane as people glared at me in my haggard yoga pants.
I would've worn jeans, but they were all dirty.
Since finding out about Adelaide's polymicrogyria, there are many things I have quit.
Just call me a quitter.
It seems counterintuitive to quit doing the things that save or make money, but I justify it by admitting that I can't do it all.
Make it all.
Earn it all.
More importantly, make a list of the things they will add.
I added bar soap that is off-limits to everyone else in the house.
It's the little things that keep me going.
Little things that smell like citrus and jasmine and farmer's markets.
If your child has a diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy what level of the GMFCS are they?