Change is rough on anyone, but add autism to the mix and you've got a world of physical and mental anguish to deal with that sometimes make you want to succumb to their wishes. Sometimes, but now always.
Dayton and I are moving out, something that's been a work in progress for a while now, but is just now coming to fruition. Naturally, neither one of us is looking forward to packing it up, but it must be done. And I'm sooooo tired...
My personal life has been very busy, and trying to please three households is a major task. I'm really looking forward to sleeping uninterrupted until 8am tomorrow... Work until 10pm, tuck Dayton into bed, go to my new place and crash until 8am... That's the plan. I can hardly wait, as just typing this simple post is making my eye lids so very, very heavy... No amount of coffee is helping, so I'm now past tired and entering to zone of exhausted.
The big move is next Friday, so I really must start packing. Pray the boxes don't disrupt Dayton too much.
Consider yourselves hugged,