The incredibly true adventures of me

I used to love the night before Thanksgiving, especially in my early twenties when I would head to the hometown bar and get completely shitfaced before I had to deal with my "family." I was sitting in an AA meeting tonight thinking about those years. How many Thanksgiving mornings I woke up with a massive hangover. The last few years I wasn't in a bar but I probably wasn't sober. The new normal is weird, its good but definitely weird. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday because I love to cook and I love to make food for people I love. I hate Christmas...I'm indifferent to Easter but Thanksgiving in my jam. This year it is causing me major anxiety and I don't know why. I'm sober. I'm healthy. I'm loved. My wife and son are healthy, happy, and loved. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's this fear of the new normal. Of this new normal slipping away. I'm doing all the things I'm supposed to do. I have a sponsor, I'm doin...

When my wife and I decided we wanted to have a child, we never had any intention of becoming a special needs parent. I'm not sure anyone does. I see the same memes you do, "God made you a special needs Mom because he knew you were special." Bullshit. Parenting any kid is not for the weak, not if you're doing it correctly. Parenting a special needs kid is just different. My friend Sara often jokes that I love my kid more than she loves her kids. And, while I laugh and agree that I am definitely a superior Mother, the truth is I just have to parent differently. Lately, that has been more difficult because transitions are hard. A new school, new teachers, new friends, new rules, new expectations. They are all hard. It's hard for me and I'm not doing the really hard work that my kid is. I love my kid, I think he's the most amazing human on the planet. This morning while dropping him off, there was a Mom who was being really short with her kids and staring at h...