I'm fed up of being SuperMom.
This morning started with a fully leaded, fuel injected, turbo powered tantrum (for there is no other word to describe it) from my 13 year old neurotypical son.
The day wore on with five loads of washing, the frenzied hoovering of scattered pink fish-tank stones (don't ask) before they became an entrée, in addition to the usual general feeding, watering and bum-wiping that punctuates our days.
Then I looked in the mirror and saw a living paradox gaping back at me...grey hair and acne.
Mother Nature is a bitch from hell.
Today I really thought I was losing it.
The tension within me was coiled tight enough to spark a small (but perfectly formed) nuclear chain reaction, resulting in a black, charred hole where my home, and my soul, used to be.
It didn't happen like that though.
And I thought, "Why the hell not???"
What is the magic ingredient that stops us packing a small bag (mostly full of Dermalogica products), nicking the Husband's credit card and hightailing it to Hawaii...
I'm not into sentimentality, so if ever a movie is made about my life, Robin Williams won't be in it.
...it has to be plain old love, doesn't it?
Sure, lots of things may come into play like a sense of duty, guilt (especially if you're oirish), and plain old not-knowing-what-else-to-do...but none of those things would fuel us with the stamina we need to stay on course with our autie kids.
Those Greek legends got it all wrong....while the Gods were wrecking their heads trying to fox heroes with the acquisition of golden fleeces and remonstration with disagreeable Titans, all they had to do was chuck Jason an autie kid and say "live with that!".
It's enough to test the mettle of any demigod.
Yet us mere mortals seem to be doing an OK job of it, even when we have days that make 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest' seem a desirable holiday destination.
How come I could hug and kiss my three kids tonight, when earlier today I would have braved any amount of volcanic ash to be catapulted anywhere else...as long as it was far, far away?
Answers on a postcard please.