Let me tell you how my life got flipped, turned upside down

My friends, this blog has absolutely NOTHING to do with riding the train, so if that's what you want, close your browser now.  I highly doubt this blog entry will even be remotely amusing.
Yesterday, my 5 year old son was diagnosed with Asperger's Disorder.  I saw it coming.  I've known in my heart it was true since he was 3 years old.  That really didn't make hearing it confirmed any easier as a mom.  The diagnosis does not in any way shape or form change any part of my son.  He is still my wonderful, intelligent, beautiful, wonderful, amazing boy.  But, I am no longer the same.  I can't be.  In that hour, my life changed and it can't go back to the way it was before.  This doesn't mean that our lives will be worse, not at all, just different.  Things will get busier for me as a mom.  More appointments for this therapy and that, more meetings with this social worker or that school person.  Honestly, I have no idea what the hell to expect in the next months, years, lifetime....
What I can tell you is that right now it's a really high rollercoaster and at this moment, as I write this, I desperately want to get off.  As in NOW.  But, I can't.  I bought an unlimited ride pass, so ride it I will.  For all the ups/downs and loop de loops that this journey takes us on, i'm strapped in and I'm gonna go with my little amazing man. 
Sometimes i want to escape reality and pretend my life is somehow different.  That God didn't deal us this hand.  And then I'm angry, why my son?  why us?  But for all that, it's not for me to decide.  God knew what he was doing when he gave us this beautiful, precious little boy and He gave him to us for a reason.  So while sometimes I look for escapes from reality, I would never trade one second of any of it...not for anything in this world.
So, my friends, forgive me as my blog goes from being humourous to serious.  Deal with me through the stages as I learn to become the best mommy in the world to my boys.  I know this isn't the end of the world and in the end everything will be great.  I know that in my head.  it's just going to take a little while for my heart to catch up.
Love you all.

The epitome of grace and elegance

Now, you guys can attest to my utter lack of grace. I've knocked down coatracks, slipped on wooden floors in heels, fallen down stairs, tripped walking upstairs and countless other issues. No one can ever claim I am graceful because I'm so not. Anyway, tonight was the best of all...yes even better than the infamous coatrack...as I was hustling to the train, I got my foot caught in a rug and did a header into the door. Since I no longer carry a purse (yeah I know mom fail) I was able to catch myself bEfore my face hit the door. My wrist however is slightly jammed. Eh well, what do ya do? Why on earth are you laughing so hard? Not nice Heather!
Now, on to the people... Yesterday as I was walking to the train I saw some of the dance squad for the local NBA team. Um. They sounded like airheads and they looked like oompa loompas. Is that what society deems attractive these days? Well I'm pretty pale and I'm not sure I have ever been that tanned. Well, just another thing on my pity party list of why I am not "hot".
Oh I just threw uP in my mouth- the girl across from me is wanting her hubby to make tuna helper for supper. I didn't know anyone actually ate that stuff! Gross.
Finally, I have become one of "them". First the stuff on my coat and yesterday I slept the entire trip! I hope to God I wasn't snoring or drooling....hmm, I bet that's why people stare at me! I'm that lady who drools! Damn it.
Have a great weekend! I know I will. :).

Slacker

Yup, that's me I am a total slacker. Y'all need to demand that I get my butt out here and write! Man, I am a slacker.
So, I am horrified to admit that I am becoming one of "them". I haven't succumbed to showing my private parts like mr Peen or velcro wallet guy and I never will. But, I have become some of the others. This morning I look down and see that I have dried brown something on the front of my jacket. Mother effer. I tried to hide it but I dont think I did a good job.
Real quick tangent - it sucks trying to type this post on my iPhone: seriously I should leave the effing typos in so you can see what I gO thru. I'm sacrificing for you - don't say I never did anything for you.
I'm also starting to get paranoid since people stare at me a lot. I think there are bats in the batcave although I'm very careful about that. And don't give me the bullshit about its because I'm hot or beautiful...whatever. I'm sure Heather will come over and kick my ass now. Ok I'm sick of typing on this thing and it's pissing me off.
Love ya, peace out.