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Monday, September 27, 2010

Laundry and Lunches

Chef is 15 years old. He is very capable in many areas.

On the weekends, Chef’s responsibilities are to do his laundry (one load of clothes, bedding in a separate load), and make his lunches. I will help him with his lunches at his request, but I no longer make his school lunches since he started he started saying that one of the reasons he was taking food items from others at school was because he didn’t like what I’d packed in his lunch, even though we had shopped together for the lunch items and he’d chosen the lunch items and was expected to participate in packing the lunch items; sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t.

Chef’s laundry days are Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.

The past two weekends, Chef has chosen not to take care of his weekend school prep responsibilities.

This past Thursday, he was reminded to put in his laundry. He went down to the laundry room and said he’d put his clothes into the washer. I didn’t question that or check; I should have.

Later Thursday evening, Chef brought up his laundry to fold. The original plan is that he take his hangers downstairs, put the clothing on the hangers once they are finished in the dryer, and bring them upstairs; Chef has, however, wrecked all his hangers between camping and school-start. When he brought his laundry up from the laundry room, there were two pairs of pants and two shirts. When I asked where the rest of his clothes were, Chef said that’s all he’d put in because that’s all he needed for the weekend. He was reminded that he needed to put in the rest of his laundry. He was reminded numerous times through Friday and Saturday, but still didn’t put it in. On Saturday, he was reminded that if he didn’t put in his laundry he wouldn’t have clean clothes for the week.


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