My week

So right now i am so freaking pissed off.. Let's get started off with my sister. She is, well being a pain. For one thing she doesn't take proper care of aiden. "who are you to tell me how to raise my child?" she says. Well excuse me when i am providing more of his care than you, i think it's time to shut up. She has worked Monday, wanted to go out Tuesday (will explain in a minute) but didn't, worked Wednesday, went out Thursday, then again works Friday Saturday and Sunday. When she went out she had aiden from 4 p.m. until about 11 p.m. And let me tell you, he was holy terror. He jumped on my mom's back and head while she was on the computer. He took out all of his toys which of coarse tabby was not going to pick up because it wasn't her livingroom. He took about 20 stuffed animals back and forth from his room to my moms room. to do that he passed all through the kitchen, livingroom, hallway, and of coarse her room. i have been sick with the stomach flu which is why my mom would not- could not- watch aiden on Tuesday. So you know that my sister's next thing was going to complain about dinner. Last night my mom made something in the crock pot, and my sister said she would eat that tonight because she went out last night. Guess what my sister didn't want for dinner tonight. I somehow won that fight. My mom had told me for two days that we were having breakfast for dinner tonight. And Of coarse tabby hates that. So mom was going to go buy hamburger meat to mac something else. i was like.. nuh huh! anyway after dinner we are trying to get cleaned up and she is getting ready for work. So once again we will have aiden. It's crazy how much i love him. If you don't know, he is 4 and autistic. Autism does not define him though. He is smart and cute and funny. Watching him grow showed me that words cannot define humor, or intelligence, or love. When he was two and not talking we started getting concerned. He was put in special in home care where ladies came to help him once a week to get his speech started. Everyone kept saying 'oh he will wake up one day and it'll just click'. Well the month before he turned three, we had to start making appointments with specialists because the in home care stops at age three. I guess they figure that if they aren't talking or up to par by then, then they have more serious problems. Everyone up to that point said he wasn't autistic. They all said they didn't want to label him that because it will be stuck on him for life. The day they took aiden to the doctor in champaign our lives changed. They said he is low spectrum autistic. He put all the puzzle pieces together. Aiden lining up all his toys by only a pattern he knows, but it wasn't at random because he could repeat it. It was the reason he didn't fully interact with us. Anyway now he goes to school everyday of the week at noon until 3. He likes it. And he goes to speech therapy at the hospital. He likes that too. But he hasn't been eating alot at all. He only says words he likes; like no and SHHHHHHHHHHH. He can say other things he just doesn't. He can say i love you, and i want this, and his favorite character names. He can and will repeat anything. He just doesn't want too. Let me tell you, he can piss you off like no other. I have come home to all my books off of the shelves, marker everywhere (staining my clothes and bedding), and my make-up crumbled all over him. He tells me what to do and how to do it- yet only by the pitch of his screams. And then he can crawl into bed with you and fold his hands to pray. He will fall asleep wrapped in your arms and snore like a man. But he makes me happy. Without him, i would have no best friend, no one to talk to when shit hits the fan, and definitely  i would have no one to play with like a little kid. I have raised him, changed him, and fed him for years. I can not live with out because he is special. And not because he is autistic. I don't like that word. When they first called him that it's like he was a different kid i didn't know. For two weeks it felt like he wasn't mine. Like i was meeting him for the first time ever. Thank god when that stopped. He's my little baby and he gets me through everyday. He is the reason i don't yell at tabby much. I just give up because i do not want him to be taken from me like other things.