Having children is such a wonderful blessing (stressful as hell). Throw in an autism diagnosis because 'only special people get special children' (or some such shit) and we feel ready for this unexpected journey (a drink).
Don't get me wrong, we adore our kids (like really adore those little punks) but for the sake of our sanity we needed to go spend our days skiing and our nights laughing (drinking) with friends.
We needed to drop some phrases from our vocabularies for a few days, like 'occupational therapy' or 'meltdown' or 'just one glass for me, I'll be up early with the kids'.
So, as I sit here binge-watching Downton Abby (Criminal Minds) and pouring myself a before dinner drink (drinks), you'll understand when I suggest to the doctors to put their anti-depressants away and prescribe some time away for parents who might be feeling the tiniest bit (soul-crushingly) overwhelmed.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
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Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)