It’s the most dividing topic, but…we just won.
I admit. I’m a bed maker.
No matter how late I am running to work, I can’t leave the house without making the bed.
When I wash my bedding, I have to put it on the bed, made. Even if it is 10 minutes before I am going to sleep. Everything has to be tucked in and pillows arranged before I pull it all apart and climb in.
If you don’t make the bed my way, I just can’t even deal.
I even made my husband promise in our wedding vows he would make the bed every morning (he tries, but not every morning).
Some would say I have a problem (my husband included). Some roll their eyes and call me O.C.D. (like some of my colleagues).
But today, my friends, is the day I, the bed maker, wins.