I'm Not The Only One With A List

I love lists. I've discussed this before. Apparently these things are somewhat hereditary.

Mister Man sometimes has difficulty with transitions as a part of his autism. We've developed a number of strategies - some on our own through trial and error and some recommended by therapists - that seem to help him. The other night, we had a rather interesting conversation as I was trying to get him to move onto bedtime.

But Moooooooooom (when he breaks out the whining, you know he's really tired or hungry, and it's time to take action!) I was just about to start playing with my dinosaurs.

I understand that, Kiddo, but it's bedtime now, I calmly, but firmly explained.

But Mooooooooooom, when can I play them then?

I'm pretty sure they'll be here tomorrow, and you can certainly play with them when you get home from school. How does that sound?

But what if I forget that I want to play with them?

Really? Seriously? Reeeeeealllly? Well, if you forget that you wanted to play with them, I'm guessing it won't be that big a deal at that point in time, and you'll find something else that you'll want to do more, I explained what I thought was a fairly logical assumption. And I really did try to hold the sarcasm back; in fact, my husband commended me on it later. I think he was serious.

But then I'll forget and I won't have played with them, and I really want to play with them. Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom, he was starting to wear on me juuuust a little bit.

Well, what if you write it down on our handy dandy whiteboard so you don't forget you want to play with them tomorrow?

Mom. That's brilliant!

And it was. And he played with them the next day and was happy. The end.



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