Post by Ashley Benson on Dec 7, 2015 20:43:27 GMT -6
Ashley really did enjoy her schedule. It may not have suited everyone but it did her on levels most couldn't understand. As a staple of dealing with her condition, Ashley was forced into a life built around a strict routine. Since she'd moved out of the Academy and the amount of responsibility in her day to day life increased, Ashley had began to flourish. Every morning she awoke and slipped out of bed to start the coffee maker before jumping into the shower and brushing her teeth before Ellen awoke, freeing the bathroom for Ellen to get ready. After Ellen got up and trudged her way into the shower, Ashley would make breakfast, usually something light, and had it waiting. After breakfast she sent Ellen off to work, cleaned up and set about her day.
It was all terribly domestic, yes, but it kept Ashley's mind focused and engaged, something that was crucial managing her condition. The routine also eased her tension about Ellen paying for nearly everything on her own. Ashley felt like a contributing member of the home and with her being able to take most of her college courses online now it made sense for her to take on the lion's share of the household chores. Ellen grumbled and protested here and there, much to Ashley's chagrin, and it had taken a great deal of arguing to convince Ellen that Ashley didn't feel obligated to do it but she actually enjoyed it. She finally had a purpose, a direction, a set of goals to complete every day. She was finally beginning to feel like she belonged somewhere in the world and whether or not Ellen could see, she was the sole reason for it.
The knock at the apartment door had come just as Ashley was settling down to play with Mia, her snow white, Maine Coon kitten. Curiously she turned her eyes up toward the door, brow furrowing. She glanced down to the kitten who was beginning to get riled up over the feathery end of a cat toy Ashley had bought earlier in the day and slowly got to her feet as she set the toy aside. Cautiously she crossed through the kitchen and peered through the peephole. "W-who is it?" She called, her voice wavering slightly.
It was all terribly domestic, yes, but it kept Ashley's mind focused and engaged, something that was crucial managing her condition. The routine also eased her tension about Ellen paying for nearly everything on her own. Ashley felt like a contributing member of the home and with her being able to take most of her college courses online now it made sense for her to take on the lion's share of the household chores. Ellen grumbled and protested here and there, much to Ashley's chagrin, and it had taken a great deal of arguing to convince Ellen that Ashley didn't feel obligated to do it but she actually enjoyed it. She finally had a purpose, a direction, a set of goals to complete every day. She was finally beginning to feel like she belonged somewhere in the world and whether or not Ellen could see, she was the sole reason for it.
The knock at the apartment door had come just as Ashley was settling down to play with Mia, her snow white, Maine Coon kitten. Curiously she turned her eyes up toward the door, brow furrowing. She glanced down to the kitten who was beginning to get riled up over the feathery end of a cat toy Ashley had bought earlier in the day and slowly got to her feet as she set the toy aside. Cautiously she crossed through the kitchen and peered through the peephole. "W-who is it?" She called, her voice wavering slightly.