This post is inspired by today’s WP Daily Prompt, which is the word Orderly.
Have to hold my hand up here and admit to being a bit anal.
Clinically so.
Did a test once for Aspergers and scored way too high.
I don’t like being late.
Rules are there for a reason and no matter how unreasonable are there to be followed.
Spontaneity is iritating.
My ideal holiday would be on an island, on my own.
Loud conversation in crowded rooms gives me physical pain, under my skin and stabbing back pains.
You might think that this would affect the family.
Well it does and it doesn’t.
The eldest can be brought to tears if she’s going to be late but is not a tidy minded soul.
The next one is probably the least anal person ever created.
Ash doesn’t give a stuff about order but his condition dictates routines and a regular world so suits us both.
The little one is like a Princess and as long as my order provides her with all the felt tips and glow shoes she needs, she honestly doesn’t care.
Gill thinks I’m a right bazooka but has learned to accommodate my tendencies.
And I for my part have learned to tolerate irregulaity, disorder and chaos because through it all I can see progress toward a goal of a loving family maturing into bloody fantastic adults who will no doubt kick the world in it’s fat backside.
p.s. Yes, I’ve spellchecked this piece, added some contractions because I know that’s a more comfortable style and is less robotic and no I haven’t done a word count to make sure it’s a multiple of 4.
There I told you I was getting better.
