Wednesday, March 16, 2011


I'm hiding out right now--behind the closed door to my husband's "home office." Truth be told, it is actually more of a  "Man Cave."  Yuck. But, right now, I don't care how gross it is. I can ignore the fact that I have to kick aside trash, clothes, electronic wires (he's an adorable geek) and dirty dishes to get to the desk. I didn't even clear the chair before I sat down.  I have exactly FIVE MINUTES of peace and quiet, and I'm not going to waste it with negativity.   I am a mom, and everybody knows that "mommy me time"  doesn't come around  very often. When it does in this house, I steal away to The Man Cave, and for a glorious fraction of time, it becomes The Mom Cave.

Inside this cave, I am not confronted with autism, obsessive compulsive disorder, ADHD, brachial plexus injuries or dyslexia.  I don't have to consider the scum that is forever collecting on the fish tank, or the fact that I noticed  on my way in here that the dog is chewing on my son's sock. I suppose I could think about it if I wanted, but, gosh, it's bad enough that I have to live with it all out there, on the other side of this door.

Let's all take a collective moment to breathe! 

There, now isn't that better? Yeah, it didn't work for me, either. It's going to take at least a month on an oxygen tank to bring me back to sanity. But, for right now, I'm pretty sure that my older son has noticed that I am gone, and he is probably eating the pencil that I left on the kitchen counter. Autism is quite the life.

Time's up! Back to reality!



  1. OH, I'm going to love this blog! Thank you for starting it!!!! Jenna Hansen

  2. Thanks for the encouragement! Maybe someone in the sped world will read and find comfort in my chaos? If not, well, it is good for a few laughs.