Good eatin'

Today after my bologna sandwich, we all made skewers made out of melted nutella, chocolate chips, marshmallows, and chocolate Cheerios.  (So they're low in cholesterol and heart-healthy!)  Should I end the day by making some deep-fried bacon and eggs served with french fries and Jolt cola?

Speech therapy

Speech therapy is one of those things you have to do when your child is autistic.  It's weird, because I often forget that he's on the spectrum.  I think he's just being Andrew.  But then I go to speech therapy, and it's like, "Oh yeah--my kid really does have social and language delays."  It's frustrating.  I sometimes wish that he and I could live n a little rabbit warren away from the outside world and just hide and let each other be. 

Morning in the karilois home--a haiku

Cereal dregs in bowls
A cat meows plaintively
"Is that kid still here?"

What's my gimmick?

Lots of blogs that I read seem to be about highly motivated people doing things.  They lose amazing amounts of weight, talk about how they're saving the environment by going green, and perfectly parent their kids.  I'll be honest--I don't recycle, have no idea how to start a compost heap, use disposable diapers, and feed my kid fast food.  I haven't worked out in over two months.  I consider eating fruit and vegetables amazingly virtuous.  I have an terrific nanny.

I married the most goyish Jew in the world.  He is a conservative Republican, which is like being a traitor to the tribe.  I have a son who is on the autism spectrum.  I have a crush on his preschool teacher (but so do all the moms).  I used to teach middle school English and hope to go back to it after I am sure that my son will be well enough without me there all the time. 

If you're looking for daily affirmations,  this is not the blog for you.  If you like bad reality tv, have an abiding love of actor Michael Emerson, and are not trying to save the world, come talk with me.