Wow Let's talk forgetfulness

Not hers--mine!
I thought summer school started today, (Monday, the 7th) and knew that we would miss this first day, since I wasn't SURE of the starting date and so needed to call before we made the 17 mile trip. Imagine my reaction when the receptionist told me that summer school was OVER and had taken place in JUNE! It had started only one week after ending for the year. I cannot tell you how frustrated this makes me. I know I am partly to blame, since I didn't ask for the dates. But surely, I thought, I had a few weeks before calling to ask! So I am going on and on and on with Reg about how silly it was and why didn't the school call me, looking for my girl, since she is so incredibly important, blah blah blah, when my Father stopped me and said, "this could have been prevented easily if you had asked for the dates"
I realized that I needed to get to the root of my anger and frustration over this situation. I need to ask myself what am I afraid of? Whenever I am this frustrated, there is really something I am desperately afraid of. And I realized that if JadenGrace didn't attend summer school this year (and now the opportunity is over) I would die of exhaustion. I would not get a chance to have a deep conversation with one other person in my family. I would not get to declutter my kitchen desk with it's gazillion papers waiting and waiting and waiting. I would not get a chance to deep clean my home. I would not get a chance to make new chore charts and pray extra hard for His grace on our homeschool, and on my teenagers who are so pulled by the world. I would not get to spend a few minutes with them, talking about life and death, and suffering, and joy and purpose.
This thing called Autism consumes people. Even if you are aware of it. You have no choice. The child has to make progress. The child is constantly reminding you by her voice or actions or presence that it's time for therapy or supplements or meltdown or stretching the paycheck or playtime or prayer. If you don't comply, your child may not make it. You have to work hard now, to rest later.
Now it's quiet and my girl is asleep. Not all autistic children sleep so well. I will be grateful for that. This day is done and Father, strengthen me for tomorrow. Fill in all the areas I miss and do not allow anyone to feel unimportant. Give me hope. Give me faith to believe you for big things. Help me to see you clearly. I am so grateful I don't have to do this alone. I love you. Amen.