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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Remembering My Bathrobe

One of the most bizarre aspects of having children with diagnoses of Autism that I rarely discussion is the invasion factor. Generally I'm on good terms with our children's therapists, because if I'm not... Well, they don't stick around long. But that's rarely an issue.

However, now that my sleep schedule is practically non-existent, meaning I am asleep or awake with absolutely no predictable time-table, sometimes a therapy session or two is in full-swing when I get up in the "morning." This has been an interesting issue, especially since we now have a male therapist.

My husband wears full-length, rather conservative pajamas. While it's not recommended that he go around the house in his p.j.s all day, it's not a big deal either. Even if there are anywhere from one to three young women in our house that are not family members throughout the day. He's covered, so it's fine.

However, in the summer time I am a little less clad. I'm not talking about anything slinky or anything, it's not like I wear lingerie to bed, because frankly I wouldn't get much sleep if I did. It's just when I'm first waking up in the morning, wearing white capri pajama bottoms and a decent, if rather thin cami for the pajama tops, I don't want to walk into my living room, barely awake, and look my son's male therapist in the eye. It's just not kosher!

In the winter time, or even the fall, it's not an issue because I just wear a sweatshirt and flannel bottoms. I've taken my kids to school in that stuff. But now... There's definitely a price involved that I hadn't fully considered when I decided to go with the dainty, feminine lacy stuff. So, next time I went to the store I gave a reluctant nod to the whole my-house-is-not-my-own thing and bought the matching bathrobe, which is still white, lacy and feminine, but it's got long-sleeves and is much more, um, modest. Now all I have to do is remember to put it on before I go downstairs.


At 6/14/2006 6:17 AM, Blogger Stephanie said...

Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself and your life.

At 6/14/2006 9:56 AM, Anonymous And Another Thing said...

Stephanie: I would think that if you required the therapists to show up in THEIR pajamas it would simplify things greatly. MY wife wears very dark sunglasses in bed until I'm fully dressed. Such is middle age......

But, since our emperor wears no clothes, what do the rest of us have to worry about? :)

At 6/14/2006 2:15 PM, Blogger David Schantz said...

Stephanie, I think you know we have a Grand Daughter staying with us. She still hasn't had the baby and two people from the school district to visit her. I have very strange work/sleep hours. Any time there are visitors in the house if family hears noise, like I'm getting up someone comes to the bed room door to make sure I remembered my cloths. I don't know I guess I'm getting to be more like my Dad, I figure it's my house, I'll do as I please. Sounds like the house is filling up now, yess I'm dressed.

God Bless America, God Save The Republic.

At 6/14/2006 9:12 PM, Blogger Lisa Renee said...

I'd be in trouble because I just wear one of Miguel's t-shirts to bed. I'd have to remember to put on a pair of shorts or they'd be singing...I see London, I see France


At 6/14/2006 11:48 PM, Blogger Stephanie said...

Well, at least I'm not alone in this inconvenience!

At 6/14/2006 11:49 PM, Blogger Stephanie said...


I hope your Grand Daughter is doing well. Is she close to time? If I remember correctly she's due in July, and if so she's probably pretty safe now. That's good news!

At 6/15/2006 12:22 AM, Blogger Gun-Toting Liberal said...

Steph, not to laugh at your circumstances by any means... you are obviously one VERY strong woman. But you have to stop teasing us like this ;-P


God Bless you for the guts and determination you must display to get through each and every day with the adversities you must overcome.

We might not agree on everything, but you ARE a fantastic American and I'm proud to know ya ;-)

At 6/15/2006 2:11 AM, Blogger Stephanie said...

Me, tease? Naw!

But, really, I don't see myself as anything all that remarkable. Except, perhaps, that I am occasionally called a fascist, a socialist, an elitist, a country-bumpkin and a capitalist-pig all in the same day, but, hey, that probably happens to everybody, right?

But, considering that I could be wearing a long, black burkha over in the Sand Box, without any assistance whatsoever, chasing my saftey-challenged children through the streets of Bagdad while bombs blow up on either side of me and as my fellow Iraqis (since I'd be an Iraqi in this scenario) take pot-shots at me for not believing in their version of Allah that demands I strap a bomb to my chest in order to obtain my freedom from the influences of any other faith but the one they espouse...

Well, suffice to say, in that context my situation isn't half bad!

At 6/15/2006 3:50 PM, Blogger David Schantz said...


The Grand Daughter is doing pretty good now. The doctor says the baby is ding fine too. She is due sometime around the end of July. I think that could mean any time now. When you least expect it.

God Bless America, God Save The Republic.

At 6/15/2006 6:14 PM, Blogger Stephanie said...

Bye-bye spammer.


That's the way babies come, but she's made it quite a bit farther than you feared she would, and that's the good thing!


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