Spoke with my brother yesterday. He's still in the hospital, and there's still not much to do but pray.
And cry. I'm like that with the crying.
His response?
"You just shouldn't worry so much. It's not healthy."
*sigh*
Oh. Okay.
Please Play Nicely
(the children are watching)
Who me?
- lah
- When old friends find out where I am and what I'm doing, they say things like, "No, really, is she dead?" Far more likely than these deep south days consumed by the chaos, havoc and shine of autism and misaligned motherhood. Not enough Havoc? Insufficient Shine? Try Autiesmama over at Twitter. No promises--I'm just trying for bedtime w/o bloodshed.
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