Taking a break on my husband's dime
I've made no bones about this parenting 3 kids with autism being a easy row to how. To mix my metaphors. It's hard on both of us. I was telling my husband the other day that I had a crazy person moment. I was just teetering on the edge of frustration, depression, and auttie kid stim overload. And I had the kids in the car taking them away from him so he could do his thing-ride his bicycle for miles and miles up and down mountains. I got this idea in my head that I just wanted to keep going. I thought 'I'll take them to Baltimore. And we'll visit the aquarium. And then we'll leave and we'll just drive. Drive and drive and maybe never stop.' It was like those thoughts you get when you're standing on top of a cliff and a little part of your brain says 'Jump! Why not?' Except a lot stronger. I mean, crazy, right? 3 autistic kids and me, who is dangling by a fucking thread, going on a road trip like fucking Thelma ...