New Blog in Town

I guess I am the New Blog in Town. I hope you like my name. I want everyone to know that, for legal and employment purposes, I am not really on the brink of insanity (wink, wink).

How fun. My old blog was on livejournal but I got writer's block on it. I was confining myself to a few subject. Now that I'm over here on blogspot, I'm just gonna let it all hang out.

I had been following a few blogs over here for awhile and finally decided to jump in the fray and show off my moves. I have a few. But I think I will blog mostly about my motherhood experiences on here and pepper it with a few my-hubby's-an-asshole posts. I have one son asleep with his head on my leg right now and the other fell asleep in his room watching Kung Fu Panda. That's how I have all this free time to write 3 paragraphs.

I usually don't joke about my hubby being an asshole in public forums b/c he gets so bent out of shape about that but lately he has really been an asshole so he has it coming. Yeah, take that. This is what he does lately when we fight. He goes quiet and just says uh-huh, okay, yeah. Ohhhh! Honey, so since you are aggravating the shit out of me by not answering anything I say, you must be the bigger person by not getting dragged into an argument. Oh, I just go all the way crazy when he starts that up. He is sabotaging the conversation to turn me bat-shit, but he gets to look all innocent. Sometimes, not arguing with someone IS the biggest button to push.

Sigh. Well, glad Igot that out.

Now, back to the subject that brought us all here togethor. My kids.

I love them, but let me tell ya, motherhood is THE most challenging thing I have ever tried to accomplish IN MY LIFE.

I think it is particularly challenging b/c...
1. I have 2 boys, but had no prior experience w/boys since I have 3 sister and mostly nieces in my family.
2. My husband is gone all the time for work and I am doing most of this on my own.
3. My oldest son, sadly, regrettably, unfortunately, don't-make-fun-or-I'll-kick-your-ass, has recently been diagnosed w/autism.

It's hard for me to share that. That breaks my heart. He is not so bad that he will be behind in school, they say, but I am playing wait-and-see to find out how he does with the ABA therapy. I believe in him, I see him in there, he comes through sometimes clear as a bell. Then other times he is breaking things or hitting me or silent and doing the 1000 yard stare.

Well, he stirs, he stirs, to quote a Navajo waking song and referring to my youngest. I close here.