I have a friend I love dearly. She’s everything I am not. When she has a spare 10 minutes she pops a tray of cookies in the oven from the dough she has premade and stashed in the freezer. When I have a spare 10 minutes I collapse on the couch with a game of computer solitaire.
Her house always smells good: a combination of fabric softener and baked goods. She never has to cut mats out of her dogs fur because her dog is groomed regularly.
And I’m sure she doesn’t have a stack of paperwork she refers to as purgatory.
In other words, she’s not me!
These differences shine this fall for two reasons: second grade and our growing knowledge of all things Asperger’s. I had a conversation with J last night, and we are going to literally rearrange our house to accommodate Jett’s need of schedules. Currently we try to keep everything on the front of the fridge, which makes the fridge front look like the inside of an addled person’s mind (mine, perhaps?) So we decided to create a business center. We are going to hang a bulletin board so we can (relatively neatly) post daily schedules, meal schedules, and homework schedules. We may also include our monthly calender, though I did attach it to the kitchen wall with those weird command adhesive hooks, and I’m not sure it’s ever coming down.
We joke periodically that we wish the adult would move in and take over. Today I just wish someone would come over and organize my house. Make my business center. Create those schedules. Get rid of purgatory.
Maybe I should call my friend.