Airing Our Dirty Laundry {Wall}
Okay, it is come clean day. I figure with the weather warming up here we could do to take some of the dirty we are hiding and air it out for the world to see. And well, I truly need some advice and I am hoping against hope that you can help. Or commiserate.
I know we all have them, dirty little habits we don’t want anyone else to see or know about. This particular dirty little habit is one of my children’s. It is embarrassing. It is gross. It is the kind of thing that you really don’t want to bring up to your friends and family because you are just plain ashamed that it exists. I am willing to bet that almost all of us have one (or more) of these. Do you?
So in the interest of just getting it all out there and showing you my underbelly as much as my good side, I have a confession: My son is a nose picker. And not just a run of the mill, pick your nose and eat it kind of kid, but a pick your nose while you should be napping and wipe it on your wall kid. Grosses. Me. Out.
Since we are on confessions today I should go ahead and admit I did the same thing as a young child, picking my nose that is. I had the decency to at least hide said boogers under the in table next to my bed. My son? Yes, his are displayed on the wall for every visitor to see. Gross.
And as a parent I am at a LOSS as to what to do. The offense happens when I am not in the room, not paying attention, when he should be sleeping. I can’t take his nose away from him, tape it closed or tape his fingers together for a nap. And he is only 3! What in the world do I do?
Please tell me one of you out there has had experience with this type of thing or some other equally disgusting habit that you had to help break? Please. Please. And since I am coming clean (literally) maybe you should consider sharing the nasty habits you are trying to break, in yourself or your kids, maybe we could commiserate together. But seriously. I need help. I am SICK of cleaning this wall!












Oh no!!! So, confession for me…. I sucked my fingers until I was in 2nd grade. My parents finally got me to stop by taking the fingers I sucked and wrapping tape around them and the fingers next to them. Basically, I couldn’t suck the fingers I liked to suck. My parents told me I could suck the other fingers, just not the two I usually did. And, you know what? It worked. Does he always pick his nose with the same fingers? Maybe you could tape them together?
OMG!!! We thought our son (now 20) was the only kid to do the wall and booger thing. Leave it to Dad to tell him they will turn into SPIDERS at night and within a week no more scraping boogers off tje wall.
Okay, I couldn’t swallow pills until I was a teenager. My Mom crused them up in applesauce.
I couldn’t swallow pills until I was in my twenties