|
The little boy I babysit after therapy had diarrhea in his pants, again, and wiped it on my carpet, again. I want to fucking throttle his mother.
1.) Your child is not potty-trained. Stop insisting that he is, and stop bitching when I put him in a pullup. The 7 separate times I've had to bust out the steam cleaner say otherwise. Children who are not potty-trained go in a diaper or pullup because otherwise they shit on my carpet.
2.) Your child has chronic diarrhea. Stop insisting that he just "needs a little more fiber," or "to cut back on sugar." (And if that's really what you think, quit giving him Vitamin Water to drink!)
3.) Medicine is not bad. You give him a dozen over-the-counter supplements every night, but you won't take him to the GI doctor because you're "trying to keep him off meds." That doesn't even fucking make sense. And if you really are trying to go all holistic-mother-nature-healing, feed him real food instead of cookies and Vitamin Water.
I swear to God, her money's not worth this aggravation.
|