Babysitting was wonderful and very hard. By the end of the weekend I was so tired I could barely hold myself upright while I sat. I got 2.5 hours of sleep on Saturday. That makes it sound so much worse than it was.

The kids are one and three. The three year old is autistic. That does change the parameters of dealing with him. On one hand I feel like a big asshole for reminding myself all the time that he is autistic–I should just like him for who he is and not worry about his diagnosis.

I didn’t worry about whether or not my shaman was autistic when I got to know him 12 years ago. But now that I know he is autistic it helps our relationship for me to know that. It changes how I present information. It changes how impatient I allow myself to get.

Those skills translate nicely to this little boy. It helps that he is one of the sweetest things on two legs. When he freaks out (every 20 minutes for the first few hours) it is clearly sad and scared. There is no anger anywhere near him.

I think that hanging out with my shaman has allowed me to finally understand that men and boys can be scared and sad without being angry. I don’t get sad or scared without also getting angry. It kind of blows my mind that other people don’t get angry out of self-defense when they feel sad or scared. I am having to change my behavior very consciously because people are not feeling what I would expect to feel in that situation.

At this point I have my patter down pat with him. “I agree with you that you need your mom! You have the best mom in the whole world! Of course you need her. She will be back to get you soon; I promise. Until then would you like to cuddle with me? I’m not as good as your mom but I love you very much and I would be honored if you let me take care of you while she is gone.”

He smiles and hugs me. I’ve been cuddling with him since before he was a year old. Even though he is sad and scared he trusts me. It blows my mind. No matter how hard this is to get through at the time the later-effects of being proud of myself for being good and taking care of him properly do wonders for my self-esteem.

His sister is much much easier than him even though she isn’t a low-needs sort of baby. My wonderful friend got two very high needs kids. I think she is a saint for managing.

The baby isn’t used to sleeping in a bed without walls. It was hard to convince her that a bed without walls is worth staying on. Oh dear. Luckily no matter how many times she got off the bed in the middle of the night, “But Krissy! Stacking cups is SO AWESOME THAT I SIMPLY CANNOT WAIT UNTIL MORNING!! DID YOU KNOW THERE ARE CUPS RIGHT HERE THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!” Sigh. Ok baby, one more try. Let’s go to sleep.

Then she nuzzled into my armpit, put her thumb in her mouth and smiled her way to sleep. For 45 minutes until she woke up to repeat the whole process. Her brother just woke up to let me know he needs his mom then he ground his skull on mine and went right back to sleep. Every 30-ish minutes all night long. So the kids weren’t really alternating. I’d sometimes get two of him in between a week up from her. Oh dear.

But we got through and I was nice and loving. By the end of the visit the baby was willing to leave her daddy and come back to me because she likes me. Even though her daddy is her favorite person in the whole world. I feel pretty good about that.

I had mean thoughts a lot while they were here so I feel pretty bad about myself, of course. I was not nearly kind-enough in my head. But I’m pretty sure my hands and my voice were kind-enough all weekend.

Sometimes I feel jealous and hateful that everyone else deserves to have a childhood where people are kind and gentle with them but I did not deserve that. I can’t do anything to change what I received. But I can figure out that it was wrong and do something different.

Today I have to be at Fry’s at 8am when they open. I have to buy printer ink. Then I have to run home, print out Shanna’s permission form then take her to ALL DAY science camp. I’m kind of freaked out. I will miss her. I’m not sure how Calli and I will do without her this week.

Shanna is starting to ask about doing school stuff more formally and officially. She is having trouble sitting still and being patient in Hindi class and I told her that it is hard because she doesn’t practice sitting still and listening. It’s a skill like learning how to make your own pbj. She wants to start practicing so she can be better at it.

I feel like I am drowning in the things I “should” be doing. I should be writing books. I should be running. I should be practicing Hindi for 15-25 minutes every day. I should be practicing French 15-25 minutes every day. I should be practicing Spanish every day. I have to water plants every day. I have to figure out what to do about our bathroom because the water damage is getting egregious and my neighbor told me that once we get to this stage of this rot if we don’t handle it we will end up with major damage on the whole front of our house.

I should be saving more money. I should be…

I don’t feel good enough. I don’t feel smart enough. I don’t have enough energy to do all the things I should be doing and the things I have to do and the things I want to do. Drowning. Drowning. Drowning.

But today is another day. I have one kid for today. I “should” go work on the fence. I should …

Oh man. I’m tired. So tired I just want to crawl under a rock. At least I have AC.

I keep telling myself it will be easier to run in about three years when Calli can actually go out with me. Not even three years. Maybe a year and a half.

I have been avoiding running because all of the people I like to run with are much faster than me and I feel so ashamed of myself I just don’t want to run at all. I don’t want to be the reason they have to walk–because I am too pathetic to keep up. That means I should just avoid it as a hobby. Because I am bringing people down.

Even though I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open I read Shanna a chapter of Little House in the Big Woods when she asked before bed. I want to be available more than I want anything in the whole world.