When life hands you Neuro sparkly and no sleep, you can either punch a wall or decide your life is an indie comedy.

My son is 4 — fully aligned with his autism diagnosis. How this translates is that changes are hard, and whatever tenacious toddler behavior you brush off in other kids, his arrives with a director’s cut, bonus features, and a commentary track. If a typical toddler is stubborn, mine is a tiny method actor who has committed so deeply to the role that everyone else has forgotten it’s a performance.

We have no ducks in a row. We have squirrels. Squirrels at a rave living their best lives.

Showered, did my hair, makeup, deodorant… basically cosplaying as someone who has her $hit together.

Meanwhile, my son — who fights sleep like he’s defending the last remaining stronghold during the Siege of Leningrad — was suddenly, for reasons known only to the universe, fully committed to sleeping well into the morning. He’s also out of diapers now, which is a big deal and I’m very proud, etc. Honestly, I was firmly in the “by the time he gets to the........

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