Personal Reflections of a Middle-Aged Man

Just ask my husband, I hate making the bed.

I don’t see why it has to be crisp and proper every morning. We are just going to get back in and mess it up again in a few hours.

It works perfectly fine to get up, throw the covers up so it isn’t a complete mess. Put the pillows at the top and call it a day.

That is what I have always thought. That is, until this past weekend.

As we all do, I wash my sheets on a regular basis. At least every two weeks at a minimum. When I do, I make the bed after so it looks pretty for a bit. Just like always, after I washed my sheets this last time, I made the bed.

Then I stepped back.

I was surprised by how nice it felt to look at the bed made. I was surprised by how much less chaotic my bedroom felt in that moment. As the day went on, I was in and out of my bedroom, and each time it felt good to see the bed made.

So…I decided to make it again the next day, in the same manner. And…I felt the same way.

So, I decided to do it again the day after that. And guess what…I felt the same again.

It just felt good to walk into a space that didn’t look or feel chaotic when so much of my life feels chaotic right now (mind you, and ask any of the people who have visited me/us ever, we keep our main living areas, and most other areas organized and well-kept).

Walking into my bedroom now, I immediately feel much calmer and relaxed. A nice way to end the day.

Don’t get me wrong or be confused, I still don’t like making the bed. It would be so much nicer to have a housekeeper to do it for me. Until then though, I’ll make it and when my husband gets here, we’ll make up the bed each day. The way I feel in the evening when I see it makes the effort in the morning worth it.

Now go make your bed!