Boxing up stuff is still hard. I keep saying to myself it’s because it’s 300 degrees in our attic these days and there’s no point in boxing stuff up if I don’t feel like going up there. Lame excuse. I know it’s part inertia and part emotion. There’s a pile of 18 month stuff (he wears 3T shirts and 2T shorts now) and winter coats in his room in an unpacked-away state. I keep hoping it’s more inertia.

Lame, I know. God help us if we decide to donate stuff someday. Maybe it’s because we get so wrapped up in our kid(s) with everything going on that we can’t detangle ourselves enough to get perspective and move ahead. I don’t know.

Sometimes I think parents of autistic kids experience the world in a completely different time scale that many other parents do. Everything is chaotic, immediate, and developing at a pace wholly different from the various other parents you run into at the mall. All things considered, that last point sounds fine by me, though. Those crazy mall playground kids are insane.

We live in a time warp. That’s about the only way to describe it. It’s like I’m everywhere (everywhen?) and nowhere (nowhen?) at the same time some days. Maybe that’s why packing clothes away is hard. You have to sit still with all of it. Some days that goes better than others.

(stop me before I wax even more philosophical…)

And I’ll add a belated thanks for visiting my blog!

I look at how you 2 are with J-Man and I just cannot conceive of any better parents. God picked exactly the 2 people that J-Man needed to raise him. Please know just how good you are with him, and just are good you are, PERIOD.