Me

Today is my day to vent. My day to try and feel better. My day! Okay, maybe the next 15 minutes are "my day".

I've had a rough week. It started last Sunday, when I fought with Reilly for 2 hours in Church. I like the first hour of Church. We all sit together as a family and enjoy speakers. It's rather delightful. The next two hours I cannot stand! Not one little bit.

This past week I've been in a bit of a funk, which is unusual for me. I'm not, generally, a down person. I can feel down for a bit and then I simply pick myself up and move along. Listen to a great song. Look at my mountains. Sit outside and watch the leaves sway in the wind. All these things pick me up, usually.

This week nothing worked. I was fed up with having two boys with autism. Not being able to easily communicate with them. Not being able to relax for one minute without Reilly trying to jump off the couch onto his head. I couldn't bring myself out of it this past week.

Truth be told, I'm not 100% out of it just yet, but I'm hopeful. I wasn't hopeful last week.

I have a fried who is pregnant. She's had a lot of problems with this little baby, and she isn't even born yet. When my friend told me that her baby might have a disability, my heart broke for her. Having two children with a disability is rough and I don't want that for anyone. Things are starting to look a little better for her, but she still has a long road ahead. Each day I pray for her little baby. I hope her little baby is born perfectly healthy.

Autism has it's rewards, but let's not kid around...I'd love to have two boys without autism. I'm no hero. I'm no saint. I'm just a mom trying to make it to the next day. It's just been a little tough lately.