One of my chores growing up was having to make my bed. The blankets had to be tucked in, the bedspread wrinkle free, the pillows covered with the bedspread, and the stuffed animals arranged neatly. This was not an option.
When I lived on my own, at the age of 18, and through most of my adult life, I made the bed. Probably out of habit mostly. I didn't always do the best of jobs.
In other words, if my Mom had showed up and took a peek, it would not have passed her inspection.
When we moved into our home in July of 2012, I still made the bed.
That chore didn't last long because toward the end of August, we adopted Coco.
A couple of weeks after he joined our family, I realized that making the bed was useless. Coco loves to make blanket bungalows. He'll do this several times throughout the day. It's where he loves to nap.
By the end of the day, the blankets are at the end of the bed.
At first, I would straighten out the bed after each of his bungalow blanket naps.
I even tried folding the bedspread over our pillows like I had done when I was a kid and teen. When I did that, Coco would sit on the bed and bark.
It didn't take me long to realize that by folding the bedspread over the pillows, he wasn't able to create his blanket bungalow masterpiece.
That's when I stopped making the bed.
That was almost 7 years ago.
It was a hard habit to break, but in the process I have discovered a newfound freedom. Our bed doesn't have to be made. Our bedroom is private. There is no reason why anyone should be in our bedroom. The door is closed when we have company.
I still straighten the blankets out if Coco pushes any of them onto the floor, but that's about it.
My Mom would cringe.
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