People, I keep making my bed and it is flipping me out.
You must understand I make my bed when I change my sheets, when I have a Gentleman Caller and...that's mostly it. Oh, when I go out of town and someone else will be feeding the cat. Just in case they have to go look for her under the bed or something. But sometime last week I woke up and made it. Without making a decision to Be Better, or a resolve to Improve My Housekeeping. I just made the bed.
The next morning I thought, it was nice to sleep in a made bed. And I did it again.
Its been 4 days now. I still haven't decided that I am Going To Be That Girl Who Makes the Bed. But some subterranean agency inside me seems to have done so.
This coincides with my decision to go to bed by 11. Which is Ann's fault. Well Ann and Arianna Huffington. Which is not a combination I would have expected to type. But I get up 6:30ish (that's what my alarm is set for anyway). and I have known since boarding school that if I wanted to make it to first period I need be lights out by 11.
(I did that for a whole semester in 10th grade. Passed Bio! Barely!)
Now, so far, I have not actually made into bed by 11, but I'm getting closer. If I had goals for this it was to look more rested, be less of a zombie in the morning, maybe wake up in time to have some coffee and oatmeal before work. Modest things.
But instead I get a made bed.
Sideways changes. So typical.
However now that I look at the clock I only have 3 hours left before tooth-brushing. I want some dinner. And to finish cleaning the living room. So I guess I'll have to over examine this for meaning another time. Ciao xx.