I am missing the "Oh how I miss him/her/them" gene.

All over Facebook land for the past two weeks, my fellow mom friends and I have been doing a group countdown to Back to School. Now two days into it and it's a list of moms saying how much they miss them. I,however, am not.  Therefore I am evil and I must be destroyed. Or I could just be an "autism mom" finally recharging her batteries. I'm suppose to feel horrible here that I don't miss him right?  Maybe I should feel horrible about not feeling horrible?  Nope, don't feel that either. He is my only child so he is my only experience I can draw from.  It just seems mothering him is ten times harder than the average kid.  The yelling, the crying, the hissy fits etc...  And that's just from me. Right now I got a dog at my feet sleeping so soundly he's snoring and I actually can write out a shopping list from beginning to end without being stopped 14 times to go look for a toy he's obsessing on.  So go on other moms.  You can go miss my kid for me.  I've earned this.