This morning it’s kinda be of like the four stooges trying to be on time! Is it “Monday-Itis” magnified? I have to laugh cause what good will it do to cry! Time flew out the window!
So we have to get ready on Monday morning, my 11 yr old dear son has worn his school clothes to bed. It works! Getting dressed on time is too stressful. It’s a plan that has been devised by himself and “It works” so we gotta go with it!.
Time ticks on and we have to leave the house and I am talking about literally walking over the doorstep. One kid has developed a repetitive routine so he can get in the car, (neurotypicals would find this non functional behaviour) so it’s a walk around the car 2 or 3 times, a tap on the door, etc. almost like he is developing a kinesthetic awareness of body mechanics, before he gets in, behind the driver’s seat. It takes a longer time. But mum goes out, to open the boot, because she is looking to have the keys which, she can’t remember, “Have I locked the keys in the boot, or not .. oh No I am going to reset the routine cycle again!”. If it is not done right it has to be repeated “Until I feel right!”.
Oh darn, it I have ruined his routine and he tells me so “so bloody hell mum, you have stuffed up my routine and now I have to do it all again.
Those words, those words. I hear them often. I assure him that he does not need to, I try to affirm that his making a choice, but in his world – he must do it. Time fly’s out the window.
I must remember to wear my industrial strength ear muffs in the car which. Solves two problems. It dulls the shrill pitch in my son’s voice so I driving to school in a tin can has a modicum of ease about It. 2. The pressure of the ear muffs on my temples is comforting.
Then his father comes out and ready to get what he needs out of the car boot, it opens, “Oh bloody hell Dad, my routine!” We all laugh.