Football prep

Friday nights are the nights before Jasper's football games. He has to be at the field at 8 am, so last night I tried to have him get as ready as possible the night before.

Me: Jasper, get me all your football gear, so I can wash it and have it all ready for tomorrow.
Jasper: Okay
Me: Bring me everything, okay? That means your jersey, pants, socks, jockstrap/cup, helmet and pads.
Jasper: blank stare.
Me: So what do you need to bring me?
Jasper: blank stare.
Me: okay, go get me your Jersey, pants and socks.
Jasper: heads to his room.

5 minutes later, he appears with his jersey.

Me: okay, now go get me your socks and underwear.
Jasper: okay.

10 minutes later he appears with his socks and underwear - with the cup still inside.

Me: Can you take the cup out of your underwear?
Jasper: How come?
Me: Cuz I have to wash it and I don't want to touch this more than I have to.
Jasper: Okay.
Me: Now, what else do I need?
Jasper: Shrug of shoulders.
Me: I need your pants.

He was in his room "looking" for about 15 minutes. I knocked on his door.

Me: Need help?
Jasper: silence
Me: What are you doing in there?
Jasper: silence

So I enter his room - which is a complete disaster area. He's laying on his bed, head down on his pillow.


Me: Have you found your pants yet?
Jasper: I can't find them anywhere!

At this point I'm really tired so David steps in and helps Jas find the rest of his stuff. I was having a very swollen ornery day and I went to bed. David cautiously wakes me up, "honey, can you just tell me how to use the washing machine?" In his defense, we recently bought a new set of front loading washer/dryers. I've been happily doing all the laundry in the new laundry room that Dave finished adding onto the house, using my new washer and dryer. So I showed him how to use it and went back to bed.

I'm pretty sure Jasper is a typical 9 year old with a messy room and a short attention span.