Desmond doesn't like to cut his nails and they can get really gross. It's a fight to convince him to clean under his nails. I don't want him to go to school with grubby nails and I don't want to fight with him to clean his nails either. So, today I made clean mud. He had to cut his nails and wash under them in order to play with the mud. Then we had an hour long activity creating and cleaning the mud. He thought it would be great fun to put red paint in the mixture, needless to say a bath ended the activity. It was a win/win day for me.
I started this blog when my fibromyalgia was at its worst. I honestly felt like my life was more pain than living. I was a poet before my diagnoses and I needed to trust she could help me become a warrior against the pain. I still struggle with fibromyalgia but I fight it like a knight slaying a dragon.
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