Now I will admit that I
am somewhat “particular” about doing laundry so would actually prefer to do it
myself. I kid you not. But we are on a mission here. For Riley’s first
attempt I wanted to start with the basics so decided to go with nothing but
socks and underwear. Wash. Dry. Fold. DONE! Sorting will be up next followed by the merits
of damp drying specific articles of clothing later this summer.
Only about 2/3 of R's underwear |
9 pairs of black/dark blue; 9 pairs of grey; 9 pairs of white; Fruit of the Loom; Calvin Klein; and Jockey. Why so many??? Well it is that darn autism thing again. I am never sure what he will wear and then must introduce new ones gradually because of course I can never find the exact. same. ones. ever. again! The downside is of course I am never exactly sure which ones he wears and which ones he just throws in the laundry because he does not want them in his drawer?!? The result…27 pairs of underwear, give or take a few, at any given time.
We gather the rest of
the family’s personal items and head downstairs. R carried the laundry basket
all the while muttering about it being “summer time”. Remember I told him we
would start chores in the “summer”. I am quite certain he will never look
forward to summer again.
I demonstrate how to
start the washer, add detergent and then have him put in the laundry. Just like
that we are done. Even R was surprised at how easy that was. Step 1...done. Up we go.
In case you wondered, that is NOT me and Riley in the picture. That would be the winner of this year's Mother of the Year Award. What-EH-VER!
The buzzer sounds so I call R. Time to switch things from the washer to the dryer. I open the lid and demonstrate this next step. I tell R it is his turn. He looks in the washer, gingerly puts his hand in and says with disgust
“It’s yucky!” For Riley his tactile sensitivities are on high alert. To give you some idea of what that is for R…imagine someone telling you to put your hand into a barrel with some unknown substance and that you must empty the barrel using only your bare hands. You have no idea what it is going to feel like, what is in there, or whether or not it might hurt you.
The buzzer sounds so I call R. Time to switch things from the washer to the dryer. I open the lid and demonstrate this next step. I tell R it is his turn. He looks in the washer, gingerly puts his hand in and says with disgust
“It’s yucky!” For Riley his tactile sensitivities are on high alert. To give you some idea of what that is for R…imagine someone telling you to put your hand into a barrel with some unknown substance and that you must empty the barrel using only your bare hands. You have no idea what it is going to feel like, what is in there, or whether or not it might hurt you.
I talk him through it
explaining the clothes are just a bit wet yadda yadda yadda. Oh how I wish I
had recorded R’s dialogue during this step. Think grumpy, agitated, and a
lot little on the loud side…“It’s yucky. Watch me.
Come out you stupid underwear. This
is stupid. Stupid underwear. Watch me now.
It’s summer time. I don’t like
it. I’m grumpy. Get in there you stupid underwear.” Any
of the previous statements are repeated over and over until he is finished
loading the dryer. Step 2 of 3...finished at last!
Thankfully the final step of folding was done with minimal grumbling. The only hitch being some of his underwear were "backwards" (aka inside out) which R managed to problem solve on his own. Yay! Load 1...complete!
Bonus: Riley happily took his laundry upstairs and put it away.
Double Bonus: Figured out he does not like his Calvin's any more. Found 8 pairs in his laundry basket untouched the next morning.
How is your summer going so far???
Thankfully the final step of folding was done with minimal grumbling. The only hitch being some of his underwear were "backwards" (aka inside out) which R managed to problem solve on his own. Yay! Load 1...complete!
Bonus: Riley happily took his laundry upstairs and put it away.
Double Bonus: Figured out he does not like his Calvin's any more. Found 8 pairs in his laundry basket untouched the next morning.
How is your summer going so far???
I love your stories, I was having a bad start to the day until I read this.
ReplyDeleteAwwww...I hate when that happens. :(
DeleteI am happy that our stories can brighten your day just a little. How can you not laugh at R's rumblings! Hard to keep a straight face AND try and remember all at the same time. HA!
Enjoy this sunshine! Di
Oh, look at you! You SHOULD get Mom of the Year-- I know what a task it is to get the sensory overloaded to do *anything* that involves damp, sticky, smelly, cold, hot, or greasy things, and the laundry could have all of those things at any given time. LOL! Congratulate Riley for me, and pour yourself a glass of wine! ;)
ReplyDeleteJust "A" glass of wine??? ;P
DeleteThanks...I'll pass along your congrats! At this rate I'll have him cleaning the entire house. More likely I'll crash in a week or so and everything will come to a screeching halt. Haaahaaa!
Can you please video tape that sometime? Or maybe I'll show up for a glass of wine during laundry time. I miss the Riley-mutterings... getting him to properly wash his dishes at school was always a fun (read: tough) one. And if by chance a drop of water splashed onto his clothing? Well, R would certainly be "grumpy", to say the least!
ReplyDelete-Lauren
I was going to try and tape it again yesterday for Load #2! I bailed and went for a "cocktail" at my girlfriends instead. Left the changeover for G to do. Haaaahaaa!
DeleteStill doesn't like to get "splashed". =D YES...come for a glass of wine!