Saturday, Please Repeat

Today was another good day. Which is very fortunate after ASD son was lost at the town fair for fifteen minutes. I have never squinted so hard into a crowd or yelled for him so loud. Thank you, local police and ladies who escorted him to the police! Thank you, ASD son, for memorizing my phone number! I hope he doesn’t sprint off anymore!

So. Middle child has some decent medication. Not as great as the Tenex was for that three months or so, but still decent stuff, this Clonidine. His weekend tantrums, which could last well over an hour, have become five minutes of stamping around with a side of mouthing off. Twenty minutes after the last of it I have been getting apologies. Apologies!

So Saturdays have been relaxing. Not nightmarish. I hardly know what to do, when I can cook and clean and even read a book- and suffer no injuries at all that day. Today no one got hit. Not a single one of us. I hope I can get all my Saturdays like this, forever.

Today I put the baby down for her nap. I laid with her a minute at her request, and when she got sleepy she told me to get to my own bed, as hers was small. So I went to mine. Each son wandered in eventually and fell asleep beside me, I became sandwiched and fell asleep myself. In heaven.

I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know if we will be found and if we will have to run again. I am hoarding pay, and I have been looking at houses and talking myself out of it, daily. I don’t want to go. I love my job and I like the area and I love the medical staff.

I just want them to be safe, so they can reach more potential. They are so much better than they used to be, and their treatment team is good enough that I am not looking for any other.

I want the stability to last on all fronts. I want to buy them a house. A fenced yard. Some place to dig and plant and swing and be children.


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