Walmart? I have to take my children to Walmart? This is gonna be great. That thing the therapist told us to get is probably in the toy section and the kids are going to want whatever they see. Sigh. Avarice is the infection of childhood. Walmart is the bane of my existence."
Spoiler alert! Walmart really was that bad. Cat's have catnip and it makes them crazy in a good way. I am convinced Walmart pumps pheromones throughout their stores that make children crazy. The gym, however, was not that bad. I was not looking forward to it at all. In fact, I was seriously down by the time Joe got home to relieve me. But, I decided to try out the theory that if you work out when you're depressed, you'll feel better, though I thought it was bull$hit. I really did feel better. I wasn't ready to sing in a grassy meadow like Julie Andrews or anything, but I wasn't ready to put a shotgun in my mouth, either. (Get a [dark] sense of humor, people.)
Anyway, if there is one thing I will instill in my children that Americans usually do not, it is that life is not fair. Americans are usually brought up to believe that we are all created equal. Hint: THAT's Bullshit. Tell that one to my son. This is a blog, not an autism forum, but words fail me to underscore the lack of caring on the part of people who SHOULD be caring in this neck of the woods (and we are very very deep in the woods, mind, you. I hear banjoes).
But...as a family, this is where we are for two more years and no, life isn't fair. And, there are no perfect situations. You can make a good situation or a bad situation out of anything and this situation has potential. I remember reading about Julia Childe in her "My Life in France" book and thinking how very brave she was and how I would have stayed in the house all day and would have become a shut in, too scared of mis-pronouncing something. Think about it: this woman was a million feet tall, boisterous, knew not one word of French, spoke it horribly, couldn't cook, had no tallents and was now married to a military man so had no job. In theory, she would not fit in with the Parisians. But she made her way. She took a passion and she became herself. Who the hell am I?