Quote: ~Welcome to my bar, pull up a stool and have a few shots. I am the mother of a beautiful, yet challenging son with autism. And yes, I'm a witch.
Can't anything just ever work out for a change? We are cutting back on the B12 shots. My son has turned in to a moody little brat. We can't get him to sleep at nights either. He's chewing on things worse than the Goat puppy did. He's hitting and kicking. I've HAD it! My nerves are fried and I can feel my neck locking up. My back and hips are killing me and I'm trying desperately to find some peace of mind. On the up swing, Pudd'n is babbling more and he actually let me know that some poopy dropped on the floor when he came to get me to wipe him bum. His eye contact is better and he seems more "aware" of what is going on around him. But I can't take this moodiness much more. The whining is grating on what little nerves I have left. No wonder I drink.............