If the last few years have taught me anything it is just to love the child you have in front of you. Autism Mums don’t have any secret powers, no more patience than the tired Mum next to us. We don’t love our kids any harder, we are winging it along with every other Mum out there.
the agony being not that of an alcohol induced hangover and flash backs of your bestie holding your hair back. No, those days are passed. Instead, you are treated to flash backs of your desperate for the toilet but half asleep child’s antics from the night before; questioning did I dream having to hold their boy bits in the direction of the toilet?!
As I escort Eden through the house; dodging her self made obstacle course, the stench hits again. Internally questioning where to even begin with cleaning this up, I look across at my Cream sofa and I’m greeted with what can only be described as a mammoth sized poo on my seat! Oh man, Shit just got real!!
surely shaving my legs last night shouldn't make me this cold and what the heck is bloody rubbing?
Happiness is a Sunbeam 