My Girls

I have to break this news, and I don't know what to do.  It's terrible....sit down, Blog.

I'm writing a book.. And it has absolutely nothing to do with you. Oh my god, I said it.  It was before I knew you.  Way back in my "crazy" days, Blog. I'm so sorry. Maybe this will make our relationship stronger? I hope we can still be friends.

So I'm writing a book.  I hope it will be finished by the end of summer.  So that happened.

So far, I have told you a lot about Ted, due to his recent "diagnosis".  You know, the one that had me all horrified, until I realized it comes with lots of free STUFF.  Yes, make that wheelchair 24 karat gold please.  No, Bloggy, Ted doesn't need a wheelchair (it's for me when I don't feel like walking around Kmart.  No seriously, what is WITH those dudes who saunter from their car to a motorized cart.  I'm like, I just saw you WALKING, man. Oh and I think you were just DRIVING.  Then they take out the clamp on an arm to get things down from the shelves.  I can't take it.)

Oh anyway, yes, I have offspring with the lady parts, as I have told you.  And let's give them a little spotlight here, cause let me tell you if you don't?  They will snatch it out of your arms and hog it all the live long day. Singing and tap dancing to their heart's content while you yawn and try to figure out how to get your spotlight back. And I say this because E and I just got back from the Y where she had her third meltdown of the day.  And Helen?  Well she began screaming, rocking back and forth and giving up on ever waking up happy again because I turned the tv off abruptly last night.

So yeah T definitely has his meltdowns, and of course there is a certain expectation with autism that he is less emotional or connected to his feelings for other people.  Back in my day, we just called that being a dude.  Sorry guys. But I'm not saying that meanly.  The drama that comes with the lady parts can be a little too much at times. Just ask the man behind the fro yo counter where Eleanor decided to disrobe and see if she could reverberate the walls down with only her screaming yesterday.  He tried to give her a balloon and she almost split his jugular in two with her fangs.  I was like, thanks!  Have a great day!  (We took the balloon.)