i am sick to fucking death of talking about ASD/ADHD/meltdowns, fucking licking and sniffing, no sleep, no social life, no money, the wrong arsing food, the right bastarding school shirt, the wrong pants, the right way to put a cocksucking coat on, how the rain is good for plants but you don't like it mummy do you it makes you really grumpy but i like it because it waters the plants and gives us spring surprises and that makes me really happy so why don't you like it it's so lovely to see the happy faces of the flowers which are our lovely spring surprises and have you made me ham sandwiches again today oh good i like ham
each day we wake up it's like russian roulette as to which persona is going to greet me and i'm fucking tired of it
i want to be able to wake my DD up and say 'guess what, today we're going to do...XYZ' and she won't howl 'why didn't you tell me the day before this day!' and refuse to get ready
tomorrow is our 1st major assessment with CAMHS and i've been trying to prepare some paperwork
DH has been away since the beginning of the week, we're normally a great tag-team - i miss him. how the hell anyone copes on their own - you have my utmost admiration. you are superheroes.
thanks for letting me rant