messy bed

Inviting but not at 4:00 in the afternoon.

I am a new woman.

No, I didn’t have a boob lift.

And no, I haven’t lost those 10 lingering pounds.

And most definitely not because I’ve discarded my identity and am starting over in Las Vegas. (Though that does sound appealing at times.)

I’m a new woman because I’ve decided to do this one little thing every single day. One little thing that will give me a fresh outlook on life. That will calm my sometimes fraying nerves. And that might even get my husband laid more often.

I’m making my bed each and every day.

You might think that this is a little extreme. After all it’s just a bed. Just the place where, most of the time, you sleep. And sometimes you experience ecstasy. Both by yourself and alone. (Those books in the closet help.)

But something happens to me when I walk in to my bedroom and see the bed, tucked in to its little alcove, all made up. With the eight pillows, including those two dark grey furry squares that I got from Target for $6.99 each, positioned just so.

It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.

It calms me.

Seriously. The serenity of a made bed even helps me when I’m PMS-ing.

And at the end of the day when I take off all of the extra pillows, pull down the covers and slide under the sheets, it just feels right. The sheets aren’t tangled up by my feet. The comforter is in the right place.

I sleep better.

Now if I could just get those rascally kids to make theirs. Oh well. I guess that’s why their bedrooms have doors.


neat bed

All made up. Serenity now.