F.R.E.D.

Worried now

Ever try writing when you have a boy pushing down on your arm and digging into your shoulder that has arthritis. I can't write without this and the constant touching of my neck. The bouncing is very distracting too. Yes, he has autism. He came home from summer school two days ago with his glasses all bent and I had to take them in to get them straightened, all because he got angry. I love him completely but some days are impossible to write. I am nearing the end of my campnanowrimo project and I still have a lot, a lot of writing to do. I am pushing as fast as I can, captain! I am worried now...