I've tried to start this post like three times.
Each and every time the only words that have come to me are these-
I. Am. Tired.
Like, as in I am physically exhausted. I'm not sure how to explain the toll having a 55ish lb, 3 1/2 foot tall, autistic little man is taking on my neck and back. He's sweet. He's adorable. He's freaking brilliant. And he's HEAVY and POWERFUL. I'm seriously just...ugh. There is a huge amount of physical exertion that goes into every task, from getting him into position to change his diaper to getting him into his car seat.
My back is toast.