Beyond exhausted woman coming through. Please hold your applause

The hardest job is being a parent. If you were a wild animal it might be easier. You would have deeper instincts than you do as a person. Wild animals don't have a Bible or a wrong way of raising their young. They just do what they know to do with very little training. Granted they also eat their young in many cases soooo....maybe they aren't so smart.
I love my three children. I love my husband of 9 years. Nothing in this world could have truly prepared me for being with a bi-polar/schizophrenic man and having not one, but two autistic children! There is probably not a manual for the combination that is my life. So I had better be the one to write it.
That is the purpose of this blog. To document my journey of bringing order to my family.
Why today you may wonder? What finally got me to sit and inflict the internet with my ramblings? 2 things. 1. I have come up with a system to make hubby and I more organized with our lives. Its a system involving note cards and rotating them so they are first in first out. I have 6 categories in this little box. 1. Items (stuff to keep an eye out for at thrift stores and garage sales etc). 2. Daily tasks. 3. Weekly tasks. 4. Monthly tasks 5. Semi year tasks (anything that needs done once in awhile goes in this category.) 6. Goals (one time tasks such as baby proofing. etc).So that was the next card "Write  a journal entry" and even though that card is for my husband and I figured why not?
2nd thing was I had to leave work to get my oldest from school. He is 5, he goes to special needs preschool. We found out he had autism a few years ago. It helps knowing so you can do an even better job raising them. My husband is unobservant to a ridiculous fault.So he sent David to school unkempt. It was bad but not as bad as the teacher had said
Well I am exhausted so I will leave this as my introduction as I am falling asleep at the keyboard.
Hope I can stay with it!
Later,
Froggy