My head hurts, I can’t sleep. It’s 1am and the fan keeps buzzing.
My child sleeps next to me.
My husband pushed to the other edge of the bed.
I want to talk to someone, but everyone close to me are at sleep, in their own beds, far from this house.
I type this without checking for typos, as I can’t be bothered.
I’m exhausted, my eyes hurt and I had a cider earlier. I can’t even feel anything in my system. Oh wait, it’s one of those low-carb, low-alcohol. No wonder!
Ah well.
Oops, the battery blinks. I better charge the tablet.
Now see, even the damn tablet doesn’t care.
All I want is to talk. So I type, on my blog. The blog I wanted to shut down.
No, they said. Leave it there, they said.
For whom? I asked.
For them.
Who?
Them!
Them who?
The ones who care about autism.
Okay, but I’m tired, autism tires me.
So blog, they said.
Whatever, I said.
I give up.
Good night.
Maybe tomorrow I will get some good news.
It’s time for a change.
Maybe tomorrow I can finally bring true life back to Silly Mummy.
But I said that last week.
And the week before.
And the other month…
Good night.
I mean it this time.
Good night.