Sunday was our typical Sunday. Football and cleaning. Seemed to
take forever but we finished and no one cried or threw up or had a temper
tantrum. The kid was pretty good too. And that was our almost exciting
weekend. (She says just one fun thing alllllll weekend doesn't count.) Now it's
another Monday night. As I sit here attempting to type this on my phone, Feisty
Pants is sitting here dozing on the couch beside me. Missing one of her favorite
shows (Spooky Hollow-it is not Sleepy Hollow she says, because there is nothing
sleepy about it. ) But it is Monday night, she had a busy day at school and
then massage therapy today. Not a bad end to a busy day and a busy
weekend.
And that's the point of this post. There a million ways you are
forever different from other parents when you have special needs child. But sometimes
more importantly, there are a BILLION ways that you are just like everyone else.
We love, eat, argue over football, hang out, embarrass our children with our oh
so freakish existence. We bore them and nag them and annoy them with our
presence and horrible rules. Just like every other weird, boring, embarrassing
parent.And on this boring Monday in boring October, when everyone is boringly well, a night of listening to my eleven year old dozing on the couch is absolutely boringly awesome. Tonight boring is a synonym for beautiful.
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