This Care2 post about findings about the economic realities of raising a child on the autism is all about why:
- It is ok with me that spring semester classes are over; just exams to grade, some reports to write, and graduation.
- It is a huge relief to me that I am not teaching summer school this year: No frantic dashes to get home in time for the yellow school bus, or papers to grade, or classes to prepare.
This summer's plans are, barring any 'interesting' surprises: beach-going, walking and running with/after Charlie, hieing myself into the large city over there to get some Greek food with my best pal/date/guy Jim.
Inbetween which I'll be sitting at this very desk, drinking coffee in non-excessive amounts, grocery shopping in the morning instead of in a mad rush in the few minutes in the afternoon before Charlie gets home, and writing, writing, writing. Writing.