Oh my god oh my god
I’m having a total anxiety attack this morning because the social story I’ve
worked on for hours and hours yesterday isn’t printing out correctly even
though it looks fine on the page and I’m travelling with Conor to Florida for
four days starting on Saturday and I have to pack everything and what if I
forget something (flax seed) and I have to take the dog to the kennel (confirm
kennel) and go to the grocery store and take his brother to my mothers and then
we get back for a day and a half and get Aidan and then drive to Connecticut
for four days and what if I forget something like the basketball Easter basket
or the iPad (charger) or the boarding passes and Conor has a tantrum (oh god
what if we sit on the tarmac for hours and hours) don’t forget to pack the bathing
suits and the goggles and the rice milk (sweet potato) and I have to write
another social story this time about the new iTouch protocol but the first one
about the calendar isn’t even working and I have to go to three stores to
return things from Christmas and I have to do it now because soon it will be
too late and they won’t accept the returns because it’ll be past the 90 day cut
off return date and Aidan has guitar lessons this Wednesday, next Wednesday, and
I have to take the frogs back to the school since we didn’t kill them over
spring break thank god and Conor’s got to go to the pediatrician for a
follow-up to the follow-up after the NBU discharge and I’ve got to pay the
bills and follow up on my emails and the strategic planning committee and the taxes
oh no April 15th is coming up soon and I haven’t even started
getting the information together to file an extension and don’t forget to stop
the newspapers and I’ve forgotten something I just know it.
Deep breaths, deep
breaths.
Do you think I have
time for a pedicure?
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