I didn't make my bed today. That may not seem like a big deal, but it is for me. I ALWAYS make my bed. Even when I know I'm going to be changing the sheets that day, I still make it.
It's been two weeks since I changed the sheets. I normally change them weekly but it just didn't happen. Between the holiday, the grandkids and the puppy, I didn't get it done. In the meantime, the blankets and sheets have all gotten out of whack and they're driving me crazy. Last night the quilt hung over more on my side than David's and I felt like it was trying to pull me out of bed. But it's nearly impossible to readjust the covers during the night without waking the other person up and David does not appreciate it when I wake him up in the middle of the night.
When I got up this morning and started making the bed, I realized it was hopeless. There was no way I could straighten that mess up, even temporarily. So I walked away. I left it unmade and messy. Yes, it hurt a little but I'll just have to live with it. First chance I get I'll change the sheets and fix the covers because there's no way I'm sleeping in that bed again until everything is perfect! At least for one night.