What day is it?
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Tag Archives: Asperger’s
i wonder what would happen if, after this life, i was popcorn in my next life … You’d get eaten! yeah, okay, maybe i should pick something different. i think i’d be a kid because being a kid is the … Continue reading
*Preface for background: Our 10-year-old son with Asperger’s attends Catholic school; we are not Catholic. _________________________________________________________ Homework today included the mysteries of the Rosary. Which meant Bible reading and interpretation for The Boy and me – a never-boring task, and … Continue reading
Boy is home sick from school today. By his coughing and constant temperature taking and drama, you’d think that he was on death’s door, clutching his chest, and shouting to Elizabeth that he’s coming home to her … ya know, … Continue reading
Nadia Bloom, the lovely 11-year-old girl who spent several days lost in a swamp, was blessedly found safe and barely the worse for wear – an amazingly lucky girl. An aside that has been mentioned is that Nadia also has … Continue reading
The Boy has decided that work is not “fun.” Therefore, every time I tell him that I’m heading into my office to get some work done, he says: okay, have boring! I think we’re raising a Marx brother.
i don’t want to give my presentation tomorrow, mom Why not? i’m not good at it I thought you did a great job with your space presentation! no, i was touching my hair and saying uhhhh, ummmm too much Okay, … Continue reading
I only know what day it is because my computer tells me so. —————————————————————————————– FUH, they changed everything on here! I mean, I’m sure it’s cool and all, but DANG. I just finally got used to the old way, oof. … Continue reading
A minimum of once a year, we stop, drop, and roll ourselves on out to the other side of town to sit with a bunch of public school system (PSS) people whom we do not know, and who do not … Continue reading