There's another dead bishop on the landing...

[LoisB]

Here's a perfect example of my life:

So, we are going to Asheville. We were supposed to go on Sunday, but my mom and I are thinking of leaving on Saturday.

Well, d11 is already asking me questions about when we are leaving, what we are packing, what bed in the cottage we are sleeping in, what we are eating, what food we are taking... Imagine a normal kid on acid asking these questions. It's not that she wants to know...she NEEDS to know. I don't have the answers yet.

The last time we went anywhere was the summer before last when we went to a family reunion two hours away. She still talks about how much she hated it. She hates going anywhere, especially hotels. So we stay put.

So, since I mentioned we MAY stay in a hotel on Saturday night, she is starting the meltdown. The meltdown begins with things being thrown or "dropped" accidentally.

Anything unknown freaks her out. I am so proud of her for being ok with going on this trip. This is HUGE. It means we are making progress. But, holy shid. She is flipping because we may stay in a hotel the first night. FLIPPING OUT.

And, before anyone gives me advice, don't bother. I know how to parent Asperger's. Part of parenting a child on the spectrum, actually the main part is just doing it. There is NO solution. You just get through. It's exhausting.

So, Yes, fooling around with someone, sounds like fun. Ok? NOT marrying anyone, not inviting anyone to meet my parents, but Fuccing around sounds fun. Will I do it? Probably not. I won't get the effin chance.