Enter the mind of the autism mom: All of the fingernails on my right hand are broken. I hate my hair. I think I ate 3 dinners last night. I can't find my cell phone charger. I was supposed to go to the bank. I think we are out of his favorite snack bars. I can't feel my legs. I hope the neighbors don't complain about the lawn. I forgot to plug the home phone back in. I just ended a sentence with a preposition. What is he doing now? OMG, there is paint all over the bathroom tiles. I forgot to put that final load of laundry in the dryer last night. Oh no! He got into my makeup...again. Why does he only have one each of all of his shoes? Can these sheets last one more night? Why won't he eat his favorite food? How high of a fever warrants a doctors appointment? How am I going to get him dressed and into the car when he's stomping his feet and barking at me? Is he napping? Should I lie down? Oh crap, he's up. How many hours of sleep did we get this week? Oh great, stupid sales call woke him up, unplugging phone again. I have to remember to call people and tell them phone is unplugged so they don't worry. Is it too early? Is it too late? What day is it?
Who want's a vacation?
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