Today is Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras, as its known en Francais. "Laissez les bon temps rouler!" Which means, have you checked the toilet to see if it has overflowed? Sorry. Long few days here. My husband Mark (whom you met in my book) is traveling, and when he's gone this whole "solo autism Mom" role takes its toll on me.
My girls are good kids. But like some/most/any/all (choose the version that will offend you the least, I'm tired and can't choose for you) kids with autism, they are, well, a lot of work. Mia, Gianna and Bella have made great strides and I'm always proud of them (there, now I can check off the appropriate motherly admiration box) but they do test my limits of patience and grace a hundred times a day. The hurricanes here come not in a tall glass filled with cheerful punch, but in waves of cleaning, wiping, fixing, guiding, managing, tutoring, cooking, cleaning, dressing, undressing, washing, shaving (check out our last name) tucking in and finally, breathlessly and blissfully closing two bedroom doors.
To our readers who are full time single parents, I tip my chapeau to you.
Lassez les bontemps rouler! As long as I can roule straight into bed.