You would think I would be use to it by now–the idea that destruction and autism go hand in hand. But…I don’t know if I will ever accustom myself to the idea that everything I own can be shredded, painted, broken or ruined in some way.
To back up a little, Christmas 2009, my husband and I were responsible for the Christmas play at our church. For one of the characters, I had to create a beard so I ordered crepe wool and liquid latex from a theatrical make-up company, made the beard and afterward stored the leftover materials in a cabinet. Fast forward to Friday, I was upstairs on my laptop paying bills when my husband walked through the door. Almost immediately, he hollered up the stairs, “Hey, Laura, what’s your good coat doing on the floor of the kitchen?” Now, understand, this coat is nice. My dad got it for me for Christmas several years ago and I love it. It was an expensive dress coat and made of a very nice wool. My dad is getting older too and I know he won’t be around forever so there is some sentimentality to the coat as well.
I’m sure by now you can guess what happened. Peter (these stories do seem to involve him a lot, don’t they?) found the liquid latex and spilled some on the floor. He grabbed the biggest, handiest thing he could find, which was my coat, and used it to mop up the floor.
There is liquid latex dried all over my good coat. It’s on the collar, the cuffs, the back, the lining–*sigh*– I’ve concluded that nice things need to be hidden (my china is stored in a closet–likely never to see the light of day) or I need to resign myself to their possible destruction.
I’m going to drop my coat off at the dry cleaners and tell them what happened. I’m hopeful dry cleaning solvent can get the latex out.
On the bright side, I ordered two jackets that were on clearance from a department store and I went by GoodWill and bought two really nice coats (one appears to be a brand new London Fog raincoat) for only $9.00 each.
Even at nine dollars, I’ll likely cry if something happens to the London Fog.