And the talking; always with the fucking talking! This kid never shuts up! (Another disclaimer: I am grateful that he never shuts up, Child 2 that is, because I know too many people who have kids with severe autism and they would want to fucking punch me for saying this, because they would KILL to be able to complain about their kid never shutting up, so I feel bad for saying it, and I always remember that whenever I feel like complaining about it. I'm very grateful that his constant fucking yammering annoys the yell out of me, I'm serious.) And then there's Child 1, he makes noises that mimic a BART train approaching, kind of like "WWWCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," while he runs back and forth in front of me, flapping, and whispering "10 car Fremont train approaching whisper whisper whisper" and he's also developed this lovely cough/click stim thing at the same time.
CAN'T IT EVER BE QUIET IN HERE??? CAN'T THEY EVER SIT BY THEMSELVES???!?? OH MY GOD CAN I HAVE SOME FUCKING SPACE??
I know, I know, one day they will be teenagers and they will hate me and I will miss these days, and one day they will be grown up and moved out and I will miss these days. Yeah, yeah, YEAH, I KNOW!! FUCK! I KNOW! But right now, if I don't get a fucking break, somebody's going to lose a body part. I don't even care if it's me, I could use a nice hospital stay. They have delicious drugs there and people bring you food and probably nobody sits on you ever.