... please leave a message. That's how I feel today.
I am not here. I am so wanting to check out of being responsible. I am not up to taking my daughter to yet another speech session to make minuscule progress on her conversation abilities. I am not up for hounding my kids to practice piano, do homework, clean up, play nice today. I am not ready to make decisions on what programs to put my son in for the summer to help him cope with being aspie and make him be at his full potential. The scale is being rude to me today, despite the progress I thought I was making. Flying solo for a couple of weeks is definitely not my favourite thing right now and I am not up for dealing with the 100% load. The sink is full and the laundry waiting. I am not on for feeling guilty for all the things I don't do that I should damn well be able to cope with. I am out.
There. Self-absorbed whine is finished. No doubt, sometime later today I will check my self-messages and feel like putting some pieces back together. I will sip some coffee and smile at something in the paper. I will get a note from my spouse and not feel so alone in all this. I will realize that there is so much more to my children than their tiny challenges and all that really matters is already perfect. I will be in control. I will be back.
Better go make some coffee and find that paper.