I have officially made it past two weeks. Somehow it seems surreal. We are falling into a nice routine. Even though the first couple of weeks have been hard, it’s starting to feel normal. Every once in awhile, I feel little twinges of sadness and loneliness, especially at night. My husband being gone adds a little more complication when it comes to easy tasks like, going to the store with a sick child to get Tylenol. Lucky for me, neighbors have been wonderful about running to Walmart to pick up stuff. It seems that a lot more people are more flexible, all I need to do is ask for help, someone always steps up. Also things seem to be falling into place with other aspects. There is a barber coming on May 27th to cut hair at my son’s school, so I don’t have to cut his hair. On May 31st, the school is offering a parents night out, which I fully intend on taking advantage of it. On June 15th, there is parent training. All are niceties I need to take advantage of.
It also helps that time is flying by for the first of two visits. My mother-in-law is coming out for a short visit during the month of June, and my parents are moving down to the Florida in July. Even though, it may seem like a cop out, I don’t see it that way. I will still be at home managing this deployment; just aspects of it will be a lot easier. I don’t think the population has any inkling how difficult it is to have a child on the autism spectrum and a husband deployed. I don’t envy single parents with children on the spectrum. It may sound horrible, but this mother was not cut out for single parent-dom.