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Chris got one dresser put together tonight. Q was his helper. So, he has one more dresser to go, we have to get a full size box spring, paint the big room and then MOVE them! And its funny because they are so very excited about this move and having their own rooms, yet they are still sleeping in one twin size bed together. Yes, they do each have their own bed, but that doesn't matter.
I am kind of sad and stressed about the move. I know that it is time. They have their own personalities and likes and dislikes, but I have a hard time thinking about one without the other. It just seems like one more notch of separation, of growing up, for them to do. When they started PreK they had only been apart 3 times. The last of those three times was one of the worst experiences of my life. Chandler went through a sensory problem for the first 3 years of her life - sensitive to noise especially - and it had become so bad that I began taking her to therapy at a hospital in Athens. For months the 3 of us went - me, Casey and Chandler. Chan was terrified, Casey would do everything first and then she would coax Chan into doing it. Needless to say, the therapist was desperate to see Chan without Casey. So one afternoon my mom drove up and stayed with Casey at my house while I took Chan to therapy. I had prepped the girls all week for this event. It was all well and good until Chan and I actually pulled out of the driveway. Screaming. Sobbing. Shrieking. "I want my didter! I want my didter! Didterrrrrrrr!!!!!" Heartbreaking. And then she began throwing things at me while I was driving. She launched her shoe at the back of my head. We made it to therapy and I had to put her in a full body lock to keep her from running from the waiting room to the parking lot. And then she shut down and wouldn't do anything in therapy - no eye contact, no movement, no smiles, no talking....aside from whispering "didter" every once in a while. So we left. And I never forced them to be apart again.
The move is their choice. But I am having a hard time with the fact that they are old enough to make such a choice. It doesn't seem like that long ago that I listened to my child that was hysterical because she was spending 2 hours away from her sister.
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