Tough Times

Parenting is kicking my can all over the place lately. Specifically - special needs parenting. And it is giving me headaches ~ big ugly ones that laugh in the faces Aleve and Advil and hard liquor.

Living with and being responsible for the growth and well being of one child with autism and another with a mood disorder can at times feel a little like trying to drive a tricycle up a mountain. I often feel completely inadequate and ill-equipped for the endeavor.

But I have to keep on keepin' on, because the thought of sliding backwards down the mountain and starting all over again is unbearable.

Some special needs parents deal with these valleys by seeking counsel, others join support groups, and there are some who just drink heavily.

My solution this week? Lots of conversations with God, writing, and making a peaceful corner of my home just for me (while the rest of it gets trashed every eight minutes by a bunch of boys).

Now I have a new work space that makes me very happy. It's in a very sunny room, but I get to write facing the wall (which means I'm not looking at the mess behind me) and a photo of my whole family, which inspires me beyond measure.

Doesn't everyone move furniture around when the going gets tough? Well, they should.

If things don't let up around here soon, I'm going to have to break out the painting supplies and redecorate an entire room.