I've been away from the blog front row for a few weeks (okay maybe a month and a bit if I'm being honest and guess I should be) to sit back and observe my life as it is now. Our new lives as separate parents, as friends, and, well, separate people. I get myself and the kids up and take them to our (fabulous xo) private daycare in the wee hours of the morning and then drive the forty five or so minutes to my place of employment where I spend the next twelve hours working. In the meantime, Timothy has been taken to therapy or school, or both; and then waits for me at daycare when I pick him and his sisters up at about 745pm. The days are long, no doubt, and often leave me wondering...
why am I doing this..............?
I'm going to share a secret with you.
I'm deliriously happy.
I am a single working Mom to three kiddies. The youngest carries a diagnosis of lower functioning autism and is a year + into toilet training with no end in sight but holy shiz he is ALMOST dry all day long now (YES! Fist pump!). Timothy is the reason I know my LCBO clerk by her first name. and why I need medication to sleep most nights to stop the worries from taking over my brain.
My older two girls Skylar and Casey are "typical" (whatever that means) tweens who like the run- of- the -mill tweenie things. They test my patience every, single, freaking day.
What the important piece here is, is that
we are all four of us in this together, this AuTiSm piece.
Every day we try to find the PeAcE in the PiEcE of this autism flavored pie. Often its hard to find; hidden behind that green pepper of aggression, or the mushroom of meltdowns that nobody likes.
I can't predict the future, hell I can't even predict what tomorrow will look like. I do know what I will look like~ what I will feel like and its peaceful. Come what may, bring it on and I'll do my best to be ready.