It’s very important I keep them on a routine.
They get hard to manage if I don’t. You have NO idea!
Before we go. I usually help Mommy cut coupons.
She thinks it’s because I’m being a big helper. Actually…
…I just like cutting.
Aaaaannnd…I have to make sure she has the right coupons in the pile.
Sometimes they don’t have the right ones so…I have to make them.
Every now and then it’s tough though.
Look. I get it. Everyone has to make choices.
We just went car shopping with Daddy the other day. Do you want the white one…or blue one? How hard is that?
Or if we’re looking at houses. Do you want this one? Or that? Or MAYBE that other one? Three choices??? Ooooh stop the presses!
I also hear them talking about imbestments. Not really sure what that is…I dunno…something about korters…or dollers?
But they don’t have to decide between too many options.
But me. I REALLY do have a lot of choices to make on Sundays.
Mommy pretty much knows what to get…without me prompting her.
But there are a few things I have to decide on. Cookies. Chips. And dwinks (Gatorade).
It’s not that easy.
One cookie. Really?!?!
All those cookies. Birthday cake kind. Key lime pie ones. Mint. Triple stiff. Double.
And now they’re making some called “Thin Oreos”. What the…???
How do you decide on just one? And worse…only the ones Mommy says I like.
I guess she’s right. Those key lime ones are pretty gross. Not sure what they were thinking when they made those???
Still. It’s not easy.
In fact. Sometimes I get a little frustrated with all the choices.
Remember the good ‘ol days. There was just plain. And maybe BBQ.
How do you narrow down just 3 of them?
Like the cookies. THAT’S not easy either.
The fact is. Mommy and Daddy are pretty stubborn sometimes. I’m not a big fan of them when they get that way.
Usually. I let it go and just live with the choice they finally pick for me. But sometimes…
…not so much.
Sometimes they say I melt-down. Not sure what that is???
I mean. Sure. I might not handle it well. I might even get a little loud and cause a scene.
But I just know that one of EACH flavor is – often – the ONLY solution to all these choices.
Plus…I don’t tell them which package of shicken or hambooger to get.
Anyway. I’m not bitter. And I usually get over it pretty quick.
But if you think you have BIG decisions during the day…you have no idea the decisions autistic people have to make.
Try picking just one package of cookies! <insert an impossible decision head shake here>
Awwwl-right. I’m gonna go for now.
See ya ta-mah-wo.