Just found myself on the tailgate of my Not-So-Mini Van crying.
On the tailgate of my Not-So-Mini Van crying in the Costco parking lot.
On the tailgate of my Not-So-Mini Van crying in the Costco parking lot so much that the Cart Guy comes over to see if I am okay.
On the tailgate of my Not-So-Mini Van crying in the Costco parking lot so much that the Cart Guy comes over to see if I am okay, and offers to go back into the store and get the raspberries that flew off of our cart after we paid for them and were racing for the door because Jake could not keep his crazy ass in the big part of the cart and Lucy was screaming to get out of the kiddie seat part.
12 November, 2007
Losing It
Labels:
autism,
autism blog,
Costco,
frustration,
NaBloPoMo,
tears
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