For "Those Days"

Some days having a child with autism feels relatively "normal" - at least my normal.  He is predictable -- I know what will make things smooth, what will be more challenging, and I can choose whether I want to take on those types of things.  Other days, are just hard.  Days like when I had to take Corey to the ER for xrays after an awkward fall and wrist/hand pain that was increasing instead of decreasing as time went by.  That was hard - the ER is a scary place for most, but even more so for a kid with autism.  Strange noises, smells, machines, people, requests, etc... He handled with a lot of grace, but some difficulty, and we survived, and no break, so Yay!

For days like that, when I have more on my plate than I feel like I signed up for...

So - I guess I am a bad-ass.