Post #35 - MumAspie Tips - Bungee Laces

I wrote a post about purchasing some bungee laces as a life hack/workaround regarding my son's continuing inability to fasten his shoes.  Unfortunately, I drafted the text on the Android Blogger app and it wouldn't publish, however many times I tried, which was a right PITA.  Apparently this is a common issue with the app's efficacy.  Hmm.

The jist was that I bought two x two metres of grey and white bungee cord from a seller on eBay (whom I really wouldn't hugely recommend as he was quite snippy with me), but I duly laced up a pair of my son's trainers and another of his fake Converse baseball boot style ones.  I sealed the raggedly cut ends with sellotape, but on reflection, clear nail varnish may also work for this process - I'll test it and let you know.  I've placed the trainers in my son's school PE kit, so hopefully he won't lose those as well (one of his NEW black size 3 Hi-Tecs went astray prior to Christmas - rahhhhh!) we'll see.  I find that velcro trainers are really difficult to get hold of in his size, which is now a whacking great UK3 (he's only eight, but big feet do 'run' in our family - ha ha!)  Mind you, paying £72 in Clarks the other day for a new pair of school shoes and some black velcro trainers is rather steep to say the least.  I do appreciate the need to retain my son's phalanges though, what caring mother wouldn't?

Here they are:

Post #33 - Christmas For Aspies

Like many Aspies I find dealing with Christmas to be problematic.  I think that it's the expectation that women have to deal with an awful lot of stuff and provide a welcoming atmosphere for their family and guests.  I won't got into huge amounts of detail about my own situation, but in a nutshell, I have a neurotypical younger brother who refuses to host Christmas at his house, choosing to work instead.  This means that myself, husband and son tend to be hospitable whilst he swans off and earns double overtime at our expense.  Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate my parents, but I can become easily resentful about this situation.  I am currently upstairs escaping it all.

Next year it's just us three and no bloody turkey.  I don't mind the bird itself, but it's the whole rigmarole of everything else.