Some days.  💙

Some days I can't fathom how I'll do this for life.

Some days I'm so tired I can't even look at a pecs book or a visual schedule without feeling sick so I just give them what they want.

Some days I hide in the bathroom and cover my ears just so I don't hear incessant stimming or screaming for a second.

Some days I get pinched, bitten, and my hair is torn out... all because a small boy can't tell me what's wrong.

Some days a little girl cries her eyes out to me and I have no idea why.

Some days I want to scream into a pillow because life is so fucking unfair.

Some days I can't believe I may never hear Logan say "momma"  or Kirsty say she loves me.

Some days the injustice of it all makes me feel like I can't breathe.

Some days I hate the life we have, and then I hate the guilt that comes with feeling like that.

Some days autism wins... and I lose. I lose my temper. I lose my head.  I lose my fight.

Some days are just too damn hard.
Today was one of them.

Xxx

One very tired Momma.