I have never learned to make my bed on a daily basis. My parents never made me when I lived at home, and I didn’t really care to. In college I was sleeping in as late as possible before running across campus to my 9:00 class. When we moved up to Portland, Adam was working nights, so as soon as I got up, Adam would go to bed, so that was futile. So, it just never happened and I didn’t care.
But, I have learned somthing about myself recently. I like to get into a freshly made bed. I like to feel still tucked in and I like it when all the sheets are smooth and not bunched in one corner of the bed. Unfortunately, I sleep with a tornado. Adam rolls and kicks and flings himself around as he sleeps and so the bed is always a disaster when we wake up. I am a quiet sleeper. When I’m by myself, I barely muss the sheets. I could just stand up, pull the covers back up and it would look as if I had never been in there. I have tried to convert Adam to my way of sleeping, but to no avail.
So, there is only one thing to do. I have resolved that I will make my bed every morning before I shower. I think that it will make me happier in the long run. And maybe Clara will pick up this habit (although both my mom and Adam’s mom both do it and it never rubbed off on us).