TJ has been used to having me home all day, every day. When he used to stay with his grandma for the day so I could get some work done around the house, I’d be home when Daddy brought him home on his way home from work.
This week was different. I wasn’t home when Daddy brought him home. So when I did get there, my two guys were standing at the door, waiting for me.
“MOMMY’S HOME!”
I got the biggest “Welcome home, Mommy!” hug when I opened the door. And a kiss on the lips!
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.