but it's the weekend

I left work on Friday stressed, and ready for the weekend.
Work is going through an expansion, and that leaves me with a butt load of work to staff the place.
I won't even discuss work.
I get to Ben's after school program to pick him up, and a 1st grader asks the question I'm sure so many would like to.
"Why doesn't Ben speak our language?  Why does he just go ahhhhuuuuhhhhhhmmmmmm?"
Really?  Friday afternoon?
Well, the aide is surely flustered, but I say to the child, Ben is a little different, and the way he expresses himself is different, but when you speak to him he understands everything you say..blah."
I have to get the whole teaching moment down better.  I still don't know how to put it.
From there, the aide starts to ask if Ben had a tough night the night before..... Great.... where's this going.
He came off the bus, and she wanted him to go the bathroom.  He didn't have to go.  She then wanted him to wash his hands before snack.  He didn't want to.  He pinched the beejeezus out of her arm.  DAMN!
Now we know he has to keep his hands to himself, but are the other kids told to go to the bathroom?  Ben will ask when he has to go.  Are all the kids made to wash their hands?  Leave him be.  I deflect from keep your hands to yourself.
I then tell her you have to be firm.  When he starts that crap with me, I just have to turn and give him the "sure you don't want to rethink this before you do it?"
Now it's not that I'm looking for anyone to strong arm my kid, but who'd the adult?  Throw me a bone!  Care for him!!!
The weekend was a bit tough.  For those not used to Autism I'll set the scene... Boscov's big shoe sale.  Must have been senior citizen day as well.  Ben would prefer to be riding the escalator, and we've dared drag him into the shoe dept.  We get to the edge, and he grabs two shoes off a display and wings them with all of his might.
I duck, his father attempts to catch them.  One old woman screams, another shouts "what's happening!!!"  At that moment I almost fell over.  I told my husband lets go, we're leaving!  He replied no we're not, you're returning your shoes and getting a new pair.  OK sucker...  I then pretended not to know who they were and shopped.  At the time I concentrated very hard on not cracking.  This second, I cracked a smile.  looking back (since no one was hurt) it was a bit funny.

My co-worker suggested today I get an anti-depressent.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.  My life is incrediblay stressful right now.  Do I take a pill to cover that up?  I'm feeling waves of anxiety litterely from the time i open my eyes.  But there's cause.
I can't decide what to do.....????

Autism is so much $%^& fun!  And yet, the kid cracks me up constantly.  like he really is funny!  Loves to repeat whatever you say with the word NO.
Time for Bed - No Bed
Do you want to go to Home Depot? - No home, No De, No Po
Come on Peach Fuzz - No peach fuz
Come on Chicken Livers - Well you get the idea.  I love when one thing I call him cracks him up, and he has to laugh before telling me no.
My son has a sense of humor, and loves to give hugs and kisses.
Know one child with autism, and you know one child with autism.  none are the same.