I remember my mom ALWAYS telling us to make our bed… or complaining that we didn’t make our bed etc. I could never figure out why she cared…. my bedroom was always either on the 2nd floor or in the basement so it wasn’t like anyone ever saw my room.
I guess if there’s one thing I got from my mom (aside from this wicked temper LOL!), its this weird obsessiveness about making beds. I don’t think I was so bad about it before we had kids…. actually, I know I wasn’t. I don’t think Ryan and I ever made our bed, but besides us, who else was going to go into our bedroom?
But… now that Porter and Hudson are here I have this obsessiveness with making the beds in our house. Hudson doesn’t sleep with a sheet or blanket (his quilt is folded at the end of the bed… he says sheets are yucky!), so his bed is easy. And I find myself making our bed and helping Porter make his every morning. Even if I’m running late. Even if I have a million other things to do.
I was thinking about it today as I was running late getting to Jane’s house… I was making the beds. I was trying to figure out why I even cared…. but I think it is a little bit of a control issue. Sort of the way anorexics or bulimics can’t control other things in their life so they control their food. Well, I can’t keep the kid clutter under control but I can make sure those beds look nice! HAHA! The rest of my house is usually littered with toys or clothes or random clutter, and a nicely made up bed can make a room look so much better even if there are a million toys on the floor around it. I’m not sure if this even makes sense, but I guess in a way it does to me because I keep making those beds!