Me and several other twentysomethings were watching a small herd of kids, with one midly autistic kid in the bunch. Sweet little guy, but exactly as you describe. Him aside, watching the small herd of kidlets, with help, would've been a no brainer. As it was, it was all we could do to make sure he came out of the play date with all his fingers and toes, and no limbs broken or arteries severed.
I soon saw why his mother looked so bone-tired exhausted.
*hugs and warm fuzzies* You've got quite the load to bear- and I'm sure you bear it well. |
