Bringing Order to Chaos

Sometimes it hurts to be an obsessively organized type A personality. Particularly when you are the mother of boys who are organizational train wrecks. I just don’t get how they can be so clueless. A couple weeks ago Brayden came out after school wearing his toque and mitts — but no coat. Another time Justin wandered out without his backpack. Argh.

Justin’s lack of personal organization is the major issue in his IEP (individualized education plan) right now, which is actually good news, since it means he’s conquered the toileting and social skills challenges he had for so long. (And if they figure out how to get him to keep track of his stuff, maybe they can tell me how they did it so I can try it with Brayden. Argh.)

Actually, a lot of positive stuff came out of that IEP meeting. His teacher wants to send him for some academic testing so she can get him into some sort of gifted program, which sounds pretty cool. Anything that will keep him challenged is good. (He’ll certainly need better work skills, but that’s a whole other issue. The pitfalls of having everything come easily…sigh.)

As the control freak in the house, I do what I can to keep everybody on track. But will they ever learn to do all this for themselves?

Don’t answer that.