I was texting with another mom with kids on the spectrum – we’d been sharing about our isolation – and she asked:
So what do you do for fun?
I laughed out loud until I coughed – this cold – fun? I said the word inside my head while trying to remember not to clench my jaw. Fun- I know that word. I believe I’ve only used that word sarcastically. Nothing has been fun really for a couple decades.
Uh…I bake bread that we eat and I can get stains out of anything.
Uh…..I cause turf wars between rival groups of birds with my bad aim at tossing bread.
Uh…..for fun –
“Not much these days – after keeping my house showroom clean and taking care of CJ 24/7, there really isn’t much room for anything else”
She says, “I get you.” And the text window is quiet again. She’ll message again in a few days or I’ll message her – doing what we can to support each other when we’ve barely anything left for ourselves.