I had a post already planned.
A post where I regale you with tales of our epic (for us) road trip.
Sure, we were just going to drive down the road and get some lunch and maybe stop at a few places and probably be home within a couple of hours, but that shit is HUGE for us.
I have been looking forward to it all week. Just me and my boys and the open road in our fabulous car.
We got as far as the door.
I even managed to lock it before it all went to shit and within minutes everyone was in tears.
Autism fucking sucks syphilitic donkey balls.
Poor Boo, once he managed to calm down, asked if we can go another time.
‘When I am more calm’
And then asked what he can do to make it up to us.
Breaks my fucking heart.
I said I just need a hug.
So today I am going to have a sooky la la woe is me I hate the fucking world no one understands or gets how fucking lucky they are on their holidays and fun family outings when we can’t even leave the motherfucking house without it all going to shit day curled up on my couch with ALL OF THE CARBS and some crappy TV.
And my Boo. Who is fucking awesome. Dealing with all that he does.