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I Know I Need To Chill (He’s Got This)

My little guy is now a middle schooler. Well, almost. I guess that’ll be official in about 2 weeks when his extended school year session begins. He’ll be over at the middle school for it. Yes, my stomach still hurts when I think about it, but I’m working on fixing that. Actually, I’m really doing my best to get a grip on some of the thoughts that race through my brain every day. It was brought to my attention the other night, during my little’s moving up ceremony, that I need to chill out. And maybe even relax. These words were uttered by both my husband and my daughter. In fact my daughter emphasized my urgent need to chill because apparently when I have one of my panic episodes it gets her all nervous and what not too. Well, excuse me for being a slightly neurotic overprotective special needs mom…! I should really be pissed off at both of them. I did tell them both to “f*ck off!” when they each suggested this. I should be the type of pissed off that makes them both question and double check the food I serve them for the next days, but I’m not because they’re… they’re… (it’s hard for me to admit this, yo)… they’re both right. Okay, you might be asking just what the heck happened at this moving up ceremony that necessitated both my husband and daughter telling me of my immense need to chill out. Well, lots. The first thing was dropping him off, which I did with my daughter. I met up with one of the aids and she led him…

50 Ways Moms Can Practice Self Love

My youngest little dude moved up to 6th grade the other night. That’s it. He’s my last little. I no longer have any kids in elementary school. Ugh… I’m getting old! To say I handled myself with grace during said ceremony would earn me a great big, “HA!” Yeah, not me (not ever). I cried like a little bee-yotch during the slide show, but that’s normal mom behavior I think. I did, however, earn myself not one but two, “you need to chill out and relax!” comments. One from my husband and the other from my daughter. I told them to both “f*ck off!” because they don’t know this struggle of mine. And don’t freak out… my daughter is 23 and she and I are like this (I’m crossing my fingers to indicate that we tight). We lovingly curse at each other ALL THE  TIME. Anyway, this struggle of mine is dealing with the little dude. That doesn’t sound right. He’s not a struggle himself, but everything I have to deal with sometimes, especially when so much gets thrown my way at once, that can feel like a struggle. Let’s just say that since my little guy was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum back in early 2009 I’ve been like right on the edge. Edge of what? Who knows? Insanity? Maybe. I’ve put myself here and I know that both my husband and daughter are right. I need to chill out. I need to calm down and pull back a bit because, for the most part, he’s got this. He knows what…