SSSSsssshhhhhh!

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! 
Inhale.
Exhale.

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!

Spedmom