Breathe...

I took bubs to a birthday party on Saturday. It was at one of those 'jumpy' places, a big huge warehouse with inflatable structures for the kids to go nuts on. It was for a kid at bubs' center based school, with my 'autism peeps'. I was talking with a couple of the other moms about things. One of them was wearing a heart monitor. It seems she had a panic attack recently and the docs wanted her to wear it because they noticed something was up with her heart. She wound up in the e.r. due to the attack. It seems like we are all on edge because of our annual cse meetings. I mentioned that I did a stint in the old e.r., (although before bubs was born) but I had my share of anti anxiety meds since the whole autism journey began. The other mom in our convo also has been having some issues. What are we doing to ourselves here? I just wanted to give a collective hug to all of us, a nice comforting pat on the back, and say 'it's all going to be ok'. It seems like this transition to kindergarten is knocking us on our asses.
I was looking at some pics last night of bubs' first year. It was only four years ago, but man I aged. I need a good moisturizer I think. That and some more xanax. What's going to happen to me when bubs' learns how to drive, huh? I guess I really am getting ahead of myself here, let's get through kindergarten. Hell, let's just get through the summer.