Anger mAnAgement

Living as a single parent of two autistic kids is no piece of cake . . . especially when one of them wakes up pissing at the moon EVery goddamned day.  I love those kids (and Jimmy) more than anything else in the world.  There is almost nothing I wouldn't do for them.  But there are times when I think that blood is just going to spurt out of my ears.  Like this morning.  Things started off well. I told Jacqueline we were going to take Francis (Pantsis) to Kentucky Kingdom and let her ride the roller coaster, then showed her what FP would look like in that situation:

And she laughed one of her big hearty laughs and all was well with the world.  For about 5 fuckin' minutes. And then she was slamming doors and screaming, and of course Joe, superego of East Louisville, had to weigh in, so he was shouting,  and it was downhill with the Jamaican bobsled team after that.  Now Jacqueline is in her room, quiet save for an occasional "Oh, my GOD!" And Joe is at his computer looking sullen and wounded, and me?  I'm just sitting here at the dock of the bay, watching "Baby Ruth" bars bobbing by.