I love that my ASD super-powered teenager doesn’t give a crap about what people think of her.
A lot of people SAY they don’t care … but deep down we really do.
However she honestly does not!
For instance, she rarely looks at herself in the mirror because in her words:
“I know I look good so why would I keep checking every day?”
Mmmmm I like it.
She’s a genuinely happy, minimalistic and carefree soul, which is fantastic…
Until it isn’t.
Like last week when I had a fairly significant Mum blow up and decided that:
From now on, the children shall be responsible for the folding and distribution of the laundered clothing each week!
This seemed like a brilliant plan as I surveyed the 6 baskets of washing at my feet and thought about all the tasks I had yet to complete for the day.
Man, why had I not thought of this earlier?
The kids are all lazing about playing on their phones whilst I’m tearing around like a blue-arsed fly cooking, cleaning, working…
And as I’m standing amongst the sea of laundry giving myself a mental pat on the back for being so bloody smart, my ASD super powered child whizzes past flailing her ribbon in the air.
“Wait, Abs come back here my little friend, we have a new system is place and you’re the lucky first one on the roster.”
“Ok Mum.”
“Alright so all you have to do is fold the washing over here into piles ok … it looks like a lot but it isn’t … and then just put the piles into everyone’s room ok?”
“Ok Mum.”
“So fold the clothes neatly won’t you, I don’t want you just throwing the clothes into piles.”
“Ok Mum.”
“And then you need to put them into everyone’s rooms ok? Don’t leave them on the table.”
“Ok Mum.”
Wow I thought … can life really be this easy?
As it turns out…. no, life can not be this easy.
✔️ The clothing was folded.
✔️ The clothing was neatly folded.
✔️ The clothing was put into piles.
✔️ The piles were placed into everyone’s rooms.
However I neglected to mention that the piles should contain that person’s actual clothing … not just random pieces of everyone else’s clothing.
This is fine if you’re an ASD super powered child who doesn’t give a crap about what you look like, and are quite content wearing …. whatever.
But not so great for the rest of us mere mortals.
And so now I face the difficult decision of either going back to doing everything myself OR just putting up with getting around in my 14 year old son’s jocks.
