The thing about G

The thing about G is you just never know. You never know what is going to make him work harder and soar, you never know what is going to spur a meltdown. You never know what strange thing he is going to do because he has no impulse control whatsoever. Like the holes he poked in the shower curtain liner with his finger last week while taking a particularly long shower. Or the deep ridges he scraped into the bar of soap during another shower. Or the layer of liquid soap on the bathroom counter that I didn't notice until hours after he left for school. I had no idea why th counter looked so funny, and when I tried to wipe it up with a wet rag, it got tons of soap bubbles, and then I realized. You just never know. It's exhausting. And then I realize he is going to be in college in 5 years. That thought paralizes me.