Every “clean up your home” book tells you to make your bed every day as soon as you get up. And it’s good advice: you psychologically establish a mentality of first-thing success before moving on with the day.
Which is great. Except that I am almost always out of bed a minimum of an hour before Ferrett, and usually working out when he does get out of bed. So my mindset is definitely out of the bedroom and on to other things by the time the bed is available for making.
And we have the further problem that after I get out of bed, he grabs all the pillows and makes himself a nest of tangled blankets such that I occasionally look to see if he’s laying eggs. Actually remaking the bed every morning would mean tearing everything off of it to put it all back on. Plus, he hates the topsheet and sleeps with an extra blanket, whereas I have to have the topsheet and often have a blanket only over my torso, so it’s almost like we have two separate sets of covers.
While he’s gone this week, it’s easy for me to slip into my side of the bed then slip back out again and pull the covers up behind me–after all, I’m not trekking across the giant bed to snuggle up with my honey, so my own bed habits are even quieter than usual. His extra blanket is folded in half on his side of the bed, under the duvet. All very neat and easy.
When he gets back, I will have to make more effort to keep the bed made. But I’d rather have his cuddles and a tangle of blankets than all the neatness of a too-quiet house. Maybe the bed won’t get made. But cuddles matter even more.