Fine, I’m not EXACTLY totally finished. There are slots in my daughter’s baby book for photos that are sitting empty that need to be filled. I have to remember what she was given for her fifth birthday party, even though I could confidently guess “princess stuff” and “My Little Pony nonsense” and that would pretty much cover it.
My daughter is a pain in the ass. She comes by it honestly. She comes from a line of difficult women. In the current parlance, you’d call us women of zero chill.
Yes, some parents are the sole parent 100% of the time. But I would argue that single parenthood includes a wider cross-section of parents.
I know my tribe. I wanted to swim over and fist-bump ya or give you a high five. Of course, I had my own son to keep eyes on in the over-crowded pool. Plus, I never figured out a good opening line when I spot another ASD family.