Perspective
This isn't necessarily about Austism. This one is just about life, or at least life from my point of view. You may not like it or agree with it but it is kind of where I am here, now and today.
I will say this, life with a child on the spectrum is different. My spirit is heavy many times with oddball concerns, thoughts and the inevitable, "Oh My Gosh's". I don't expect anyone to really understand that part; you have to live it to know it.
Today, I was duly informed by my financial planner that I am unmotivated. I was informed that I do not want a new job bad enough to sit in a strange office for an entire day and making them sick of me being there. I was also informed that I am a slob, and that I don't try hard enough at home. In the last 48 hours I have had to figure out how to get carnivores to eat green beans (they need more fiber), how to get this Easter holiday to include my Mom, and how to get my son off his fat butt and work on his homework so that he is ahead this week prior to his first professional cooking class.
I think I felt even better, when on the drive home, my husband informed me that I am not doing anything, I have a number of things 1/2 started and nothing finished. Oddly enough, I have been waiting for him at least 3 months to read my book and he now told me that he won't be able to edit it because it makes him sad.
I FLIPPING GIVE UP!
I will say this, life with a child on the spectrum is different. My spirit is heavy many times with oddball concerns, thoughts and the inevitable, "Oh My Gosh's". I don't expect anyone to really understand that part; you have to live it to know it.
Today, I was duly informed by my financial planner that I am unmotivated. I was informed that I do not want a new job bad enough to sit in a strange office for an entire day and making them sick of me being there. I was also informed that I am a slob, and that I don't try hard enough at home. In the last 48 hours I have had to figure out how to get carnivores to eat green beans (they need more fiber), how to get this Easter holiday to include my Mom, and how to get my son off his fat butt and work on his homework so that he is ahead this week prior to his first professional cooking class.
I think I felt even better, when on the drive home, my husband informed me that I am not doing anything, I have a number of things 1/2 started and nothing finished. Oddly enough, I have been waiting for him at least 3 months to read my book and he now told me that he won't be able to edit it because it makes him sad.
I FLIPPING GIVE UP!
I'll edit for you, Laura! Ask my DH, if there's an error in a book I will find it. I'm constantly reading along in one of my "fun" mystery books and going "Who the HE** edited this, a 4th grader?!" I apparently don't "do anything" either, so I'd be happy to give it a read through (or several) - just email me!
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