Making the bed every morning is SO overrated!!!

Have you ever lived with someone because you were too lazy to make the bed every morning? 

Well!—I did!

I have gone further. I got married with him!! 

My husband is the cleanest and neatest person I have ever met. His walk-in closet is like a retail store. On the other hand my closet is like a subway car during rush hour. Sweaters are on top of tank tops; underwear push flip flops and swimming suits dry hump short shorts. On the contrary in his closet, red hangers are for woven shirts, blue hangers are for pants and wire hangers are for slapping my behind. (Hello! Mama Dearest!!) 

I accept his neatness, cleanness and anal-ness! But after all those years I still don’t get why he insists doing bed every morning. How many times I explain to him that making bed every morning is overrated. Where this bed-mania comes from? 

“Honey! Why are we supposed to make the bed every morning?”

“Because-- That’s the rule!”

“Who said that?”

“Look! I can’t leave the house without making the bed. Even thinking about it makes me irritated”

“My handsome, adorable and stubborn husband! Let me explain to you one more time. When we get sleepy, we go to bed. We open the cover, put extra pillows on the chair and snuggle in. In the morning we straighten the sheets, pull the cover and put pillows back on the bed.  Everyday! Day by day! Over and over again!--Why? If we leave the bed undone in the morning, it is ready for us when we come back at night. We don’t have to do anything. We can save at least 15 minutes a day, almost two hours a week and eight hours a month. With this extra time we could do very meaningful things.-- Like spending more time on facebook!!”

 Unfortunately! My husband doesn’t seem to understand my point! - I’m concerned!

Anyway! I love him! I could do anything to make him happy. I adjust my habits to his way like every good husband does.- But!!!! 

He is going on a business trip for four days. OH LA LA! No making bed!! Over the weekend I will eat breakfast and lunch in my bed. If I drop crumbs, who cares!! Those are leftovers for my dinner. OPEN BUFFET!  DIG IN! 

As usual forty-four minutes before he comes back home, I will be running around to tidy the apartment, cleaning pile of dishes and making the damn bed like a worker bee.—YAY!-iick! Queen bee is on his way!!!

 I must be careful. Last time I was almost going to get busted. As always I started cleaning the apartment. I left making the bed at last. Once I pulled the blanket. OMG! I saw a big red spot. What was that??? I bent over, looked and smelled it.Geez! It was stain of shiraz I had last night. I was so sure it happened last night because I had merlot for breakfast --Damn it! How many times I did this mess! I knew I should NOT drunken wine from bottle wine, but I didn’t want to dirty a glass!!! 

Meantime my husband texted me “I’m in the cab, three minutes away from home”

I texted him back “A-HA!! Don't rush! I miss you too!!!“ I got to fix that mess

There was no time to strip bed and put clean sheets. Cruel stain was so obvious on white sheet. 

PANIC!... HEART BEAT!... HIGH BLOOD SUGAR!!... 

As I opened the door for him, I was very calm. I hugged and kissed him. Well!! What can I say!! Since that day I pray for who ever invented WHITE-OUT!!!

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