Ask me how to strap a giant whale to my minivan and drive 1600 miles home with it! I'll tell you how. Ask me to define the word sharing. It's different than what you might expect. Ask me how to get your child to learn there's more to life than pb&j. Wait, don't ask me that. Ask me what it's like to have an autistic child. I'll try to help you understand. Ask me to show you my Mom of the Year award! Oops, usually I'm out of the running for that about 10 minutes after getting out of bed.
Yet, it's all good. Sure, the paycheck is lost in the mail but I still wouldn't trade this life, quirks and all. In my posts, I'm hoping you'll find humor and honesty and that you'll be able to relate to my humble acceptance of motherhood's ups, downs and in betweens.
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Thanks, That Helps
I was putting in a load of the boys’ laundry last Saturday and couldn’t find the black soccer socks that Ryan had worn to practice in the morning. I knew he didn’t have them on his feet anymore because the last I’d seen of him, he’d been wearing flip flops. I really wanted to get those socks into this load of laundry, as they are the easiest of his soccer socks to get on and off and also because socks lying around in secret hiding places to be found weeks later is a large obsessive compulsive pet peeve of mine.
“Ryan?”
No response.
“RYAN!”
Sound of TV coming from den.
“RYAN!!!!”
“WHAT?!”
“Where are your socks?”
“Why do I have to wear socks?”
“No, you don’t have to wear them, I’m just looking for them.”
“Oh. I keep my socks in my drawer.”
Sigh.
“No Ryan. The socks you wore to soccer practice this morning. The black ones. Where are they?”
“I don’t know.”
SIGH.
“Ryan, think. What did you do with your socks after you got home from practice?”
No response.
“RYAN! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH YOUR SOCKS AFTER YOU GOT HOME FROM PRACTICE?”
“I took them off,” is the final response from Professor Obvious as he heads out the door to play.
Never mind.
The kid wasn’t completely unhelpful, however. I was able to locate the sweat drenched items a few minutes later. In the drawer, right where he said they were.
Lovely.
Hilarious!! :) Anna keeps putting her dirty clothes in the drawers, too. What is UP with that?
Comment by Megan — August 14, 2009 @ 11:06 amwow that did not end like I thought it would
Comment by Jami — August 17, 2009 @ 6:04 pmBOYS!!! I can’t say I’ll miss that nasty-smelling swill that is my son’s room, blech.
Comment by Dani — August 17, 2009 @ 8:36 pm