Bearing the Brunt of Her ADHD

Them:

“She was a perfect angel all weekend. I didn’t have to say a word to her. Not one word!”

“We sat right up front. She did great.”

“She always picks up her toys at my house. It’s not that she doesn’t know how.”

“Oh, no. Your mom would never force you to do anything. ”

“You just need to keep on top of the mess. That’s what I do.”

“Special needs? Oh yeah. She’s special, alright.”

“I just sing the clean up song and she cleans up.”

“No. Really? She’s smarter than a lot of the fifth graders I work with. She’ll be fine.”

Me:

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I’m doing the best I can, so why don’t you just shut the f_ up.

Oh, god. I’m crying at Stomping Grounds — AGAIN!