Not too long ago, I went through the daily routine of reminding...ok nagging my kids to pick up their rooms. Reluctantly, they set off to their rooms. From inside my daughters room, came the unmistakable sounds of grumbling and empty threats of mutiny. From my son's room, silence. "J?" I called..."Are you picking up your room?" "No" he replied.
Going to his room, I open the door to find him sitting in the middle of his mess, a very unhappy look on his face. "Why aren't you cleaning your room, like I asked?" I said to him. "Because I have an Autistic brain Mom. I can't! Its too hard!" J replied. After doing this daily chore on his own and with much success, it just now occurred to him that he may have an "out."
"Nice try" I said. "Not get your Autistic butt in gear and clean this room before you lose all tv, computer and DS privileges for a week. You can do whatever you set your mind too...including cleaning this pigpen. Love you, now get to work."
Gotta love it.
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