You know, each morning when I wake up I am still a little surprised that I have 3 children that depend on me for everything. My husband calls me the center of the universe. Their universe anyway. I find myself wondering...who let me have 3 children? Who thought it was a good idea to let me be in charge of 3 little kids. Adding to my dilemma is the fact that my oldest happens to be autistic. Double trouble if you ask me. I still find myself looking for help and support when there are fevers, blood, and anything else I feel ill qualified for. Most days I find myself feeling very inadequate as a parent and am certain that these darling children would be better off with someone more responsible and prepared for this than me.