Life With A Side Of Autism

LIFE WITH A SIDE OF AUTISM

Friday, September 7, 2012

The Catastrophe Of Almost School Picture Day

Last night, I was reminded by my darling daughter that school pictures would be taken today and she had (gasp!) nothing to wear.

Nothing. To. Wear.

OhmyGodMom!

At this point in time, I reminded her that she had drawer stuffed so full of shirts we couldn't even close it (really, we can't!) and surely, surely there must be something worth a wear.

*Eyeroll*

Oh, how I hate the eyeroll.

What about this? I say. And this? Or this? And this one is nice? How about that?

OhMyGodMomAreYouSeriousICan'tWearThatOhMyGod

Then I made the strategic mistake of saying "Well, what do you want to wear?"

MOM!IDon'tHaveAnythingThat'sWhatI'mTellingYou
AreYouListeningOhMyGodICan'tBelieveThis

I tried pulling a few things out and laying them on the bed, but apparently they were (a) Covered in invisible feces (b) Highly radioactive or (c) Capable of spraying a fine acid mist that will instantly transform the wearer into a frightening dork-creature.

What was I thinking.

"WhatAmIGonnaWeeeaaaaarrrrr!" She wailed, pitifully.

I, being a wise and not-stupid-enough-to-answer-this-anymore Mom, told her we should go through her closet one more time, whereupon we discovered the exact same shirt she had her picture taken in last year. It's a bit short, but wearable as long as she doesn't raise her arms all day, which she assured me she wouldn't.

Right.

So this morning I laid out the good-enough-for-last-year shirt and the appropriately picked and coordinated blue jeans, along with zebra print socks.

And of course, she ended up deciding to wear one of her favorite Aeropostale shirts, three of which she wears in any given week.

Well, alrighty then.

Crisis averted. As long as Mom knows how to keep her mouth shut when it comes to a matter of such extreme importance as Middle School Picture Day.

1 comment:

  1. As a mother that has survived middle school three times, I learned one phrase.

    "Really? I'm so sorry. What are you going to do about it?"

    This phrase has gotten me through a lot of things. The hardest thing to figure out was how to NOT rescue my kids from everything. They need and want to learn how to make their own decisions and be in control of their own lives. I needed to learn how to let them do this.

    I am by nature a nurturer and problem solver. Middle school, high school, and now college are all times to learn how to let go. They need to learn how to fail and recover in a control-able setting. Because you and I know that being an adult means you fail again and again. Failing doesn't make you a failure. A failure never tries or never tries again.

    This phrase works from clothes, to missed school assignments, to scheduling conflicts, to OMG, not spaghetti again! Of course, if there's blood involved, I give myself permission to step in. Now if there's fire.... not always. ;-)

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