The monkey has been struggling a lot lately. Or maybe I should say we have all been struggling a lot. I think being quarantined since March is taking a toll on me. I was telling my husband that I feel guilty expressing that it’s been hard. The guilt is because I know there’s many people that have had it really rough, sickness and loss of loved ones. Since I have not experienced either of those, should I really be stating that I’m struggling?

But the truth is being stuck in here is a little bit tough. Lately when the monkey gets frustrated I’ve needed more patience than I typically need. I’ve realized I get frustrated along with him, and towards him.

My husband starts a new job tomorrow which means he will not be teaching from home. He will need to be reporting to campus. He will also not have summer’s off like he used to.

This is going to be a more on my daughter and myself, in helping the monkey. My daughter keeps telling me that we’ve got this, that we can do this. Which I am beyond grateful for.

But I know it will be rough.

Today, being alone with my son, as the two of us were laying on the bed, I made him a promise

I will have more patience. I promise I will be more understanding.

Parenting is hard. Throwing autism into the mix makes it much more difficult.

But I promise you this my monkey. I will be the mommy that you need. ♥️