Cardboard Happens

Most people who know me well know that I don’t do clutter.  At all.  It makes me feel …cuckoo.  And that there, folks, is the actual medical terminology, too.  So, it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I feel a great joke is being played on me. You see, my Sweetboy was born with a very special brain.  He gets great comfort from certain repetitive behaviors.  And his latest one?  Shredding.  Nope, not cheese, (we wish!).  No again, not documents, (now THAT would be handy!).  Cardboard. ” What’s that now?”, you may be tempted to ask.  Cardboard, as in, from the latest UPS delivery or cereal demise or newly bought sheet set.  Yes, Sweetboy’s latest perseveration is to shred, incessantly, cardboard. And the cardboard!  Oh. My. Word!  I’ve tried to contain the bits and pieces that seem to find their way into every crack and crevice in the house.  But the cardboard is starting to drive me out of my ever-lovin’ mind. Truly.  I vacuum and pick up and pick up and vacuum and those stinkin’ shreds still turn up.  In my shoes, in the dog’s fur, in the bathtub…

A friend stopped by the other day, unannounced, completely innocent to the goings on around here, and witnessed  one of the cardboard massacres before I was able to get to it.  She was in shock and awe.  True story.  And she said, “What in the sam hill happened here?”.  And I said something along the lines of “Well, you know, cardboard happens sometimes.”.  Oh, ya’ll, it was ugly.  It was one of those moments where my Sweetboy’s perseveration and his mama’s need for order collided in the perfect storm to create Complete Frustration.

And, it’s all good .  I may question my worth as a mama, now and then, based on my child’s uniqueness.  But, I try to remind myself as often as I can that my child is, well… a child.  And he is special and quirky and extraordinary in lots of ways.  And, really?  My need for order does not trump his need for peace. And, with that, I can fall asleep pretty happily.  Only to wake up the next morning to approximately two pounds of shredded cardboard scattered here, there, and everywhere. And as I make my way to the closet to harness the vacuum that practically jumped out and ran for the door all on its own, I remind myself that Cardboard happens in this house.  Oh, yes indeedy, it does!