I like to keep a (somewhat) clean home. Although, lately, I have noticed that raising children makes that wish seem like I am dreaming the impossible dream.
Why do I have this obsessive need? I don't know....but I think it has something to do with clutter and control. In fact, I am sure Albert Einstein has some numerical proof, called The Theory of Clean House-ivity that proves that the amount of clutter and chaos in my house is directly proportional to the amount of clutter and chaos swirling around in my brain.
Perhaps the cleaning is my subconscious need to control something since my life dealing with special needs is so consumed by dealing with overwhelming....uncontrollable......everything! I am sure Sigmund Freud would have a field day figuring this one out!
But this unhealthy obsession of mine is in direct conflict with one of Nicholas's quirky obsessions.
For some unusual reason, (probably related to those unruly and unreasonable PWS goblins), my son Nicholas does not like to have his bedsheets washed. The simple act of stripping his bed and placing the sheets into a laundry basket, sends Nicholas into a crying frenzy.
"What's the matter Nicholas?" I ask, trying to comfort my sobbing son.
"Don't wash my sheets Mom Pllllllleeeeeeeaaaaseeeeee!" he howls.
"But Nicholas," I plead, "We need to clean your bedding before it starts to smell. Isn't it nice to have Sponge Bob smelling nice and clean?" I try to reason.
"Noooooo!" he answers adamantly and suddenly I realize....reason has nothing to do with our discussion.
Although I think there is a method to his madness...and this shadowing behavior is just a ploy he uses to ensure I don't whisk away his precious Sponge Bob bedding. Like Agatha Cristie or Sherlock Holmes, his innate detective radar immediately sounds whenever I get too close to his bed.
"You're not going to wash my bed, right Mummy?" he'll ask. I smile to myself as I see our two obsessive needs begin to clash. This battle of wills is fueled by my foolish need for cleanliness and his desperate need for sameness.
But alas, his "catch the sneak" radar is stuck in overdrive and he has busted me once again in my attempt to "sneak wash" his bedding.
It has challenged me to come up with some creative and stealth-like solutions.
It has helped me to realize the importance of flexibility and ingenuity.
It has have helped me to realize that there is always more than one way to skin a cat or in our case.....sneak wash the sheets!