My leg is already feeling better, thanks to rest and ice and heat all day. But I kept reflecting on how easily it all falls apart. Of course, that's not unique to a family with an autistic child, but I do think it makes it harder. If Janey were a "normal" 7 year old, I could have kept her home and probably cared for my leg too. Or I could have called a friend to see if she could go to their house, or they could drive her. But with Janey, something like that is not a last minute thing. There are few people that can watch her, and even for those who can, they need lead time, instructions. They need to be able to help dress her, they need to know what she is prone to doing, they need to understand the huge need for handholding and constant vigilance. I can't call someone on 10 minutes notice, I couldn't take care of her myself. So it's Tony. But what if Tony was away? What if both of us got hurt, or sick? What if Tony simply couldn't take a day off? What if my leg was still bad tonight, and we needed help all week?
We'd work it out, someone. The boys would help, family would help, friends would help. But it would be hard for everyone, and more than I want to ask of people, and more than they could do for an extended time. It's truly a house of cards, with a breeze or a careless hand or a moment of not paying attention causing it all to potentially fall apart. It's scary.