by Jennifer Dyer
Some days I feel anything but blessed. In fact, as the mother of an autistic daughter, I often feel defeated and lost. This afternoon was no different. I picked up Rachel from school early so I could get her to therapy. Of course, I was in a rush and arrived at therapy two minutes late. But, I thought, no problem. We’ll just run inside.
Kind of hard to do when I have no clothes in the car for Rachel, yes?
That’s right. I didn’t have a dress for her and the pair of leggins the school managed to put on her was vetoed when she tried to rip them in half. (The dress she apparently had stuffed in a toy basket back at school.) Honestly, Rachel turns into a fighting octopus when I try to dress her. So, what to do? I considered taking her inside naked, but it was rather cold and that seemed like a good way to get more stares than usual… Ten minutes had passed and her therapist was texting me to see if we were going to arrive sometime in the current century.
Fortunately, as my keep-the-car-clean campaign had failed miserably due to Rachel’s protests, I found a dirty school uniform dress stuffed under one of the seats and wrestled her into it. Yay for a messy car! She proceeded to therapy and only hung onto my arm for a few minutes before heading to the ball pit. And this time I knew she had on panties…which is another story full of fun and, a-ha, ha, laughs.
Messy car saves the day, my friends. So, instead of cleaning out your car, go have a coffee.