| today angie got into isaac's reinforcers (smarties) and as she was stuffing them in her mouth we tried to get her to say "i want smarties" or at least sign it or say "please" or anything, but nope, by the time the candy is in hand we're out of luck. she downed them all. |
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| these things compose me right now:
it doesn't matter what time i wake up or go to bed, i always end up tired.
my life is kids with autism, and it is not quiet. but i still want kids.
i do not enjoy wedding planning.
my eyes are so sore. i think i need new glasses.
it is common for children with autism not to be potty trained until 5 or 6, or never.
a quote from joey, age 6, this morning: "teachers?... i pooped. in my pants."
my life is kids.
my fingernails are embarrassing. (i'm a biter, and i am as nervous as ever given my circumstances.)
small talk with co-workers is stringing my brains out.
i haven't shaved my legs or armpits in a long time. i am hairy.
i have knee pain.
i am so fidgety.
ibuprofen.
flesh and bone and connective tissue.
does anybody else think it's weird that blood is considered connective tissue?
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| yeah so, weddings are pretty much a big waste of money. i was looking at chapels and other places people usually hold weddings and the cost to rent is like a minimum of $3500. that is DISGUSTING. i'd rather get married in my backyard with all my mom's dogs.
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