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I Want To Win A Gold Medal In Bed Making
Post by Lillian Connelly @ http://itsadomelife.com

I know nobody hands out gold medals for bed making, but they should because I want one. I'm not an exceptional bed maker by any means, but I deserve some credit. The other day Jim wanted to go to bed and I was right in the middle of doing some blog related work. The bed was not made. I was, at that moment, washing the sheets. He decided to make the bed himself. It went something like this:

Jim: I want to make the bed. Where are the sheets?

Me: On the shelf under the towels.

Jim (moments later): Where are they? I don't see any.

Me: You know where the towels are?

Jim: Yeah?

Me: They are on the shelf below the towels.

Then there was some grunting and sighs of exasperation. Then some shuffling around and doors opening and closing.

Jim: Are you sure? Because I don't see any.

Me: Go in the bathroom. The towels are on that shelf next to my closet.

Jim: I know where the towels are.

Me: Are you standing in front of the towels?

Jim: YES! I can see the towels.

Me: OK, look down.

Jim: Oh, I see the sheets now.

Then I heard some moaning and groaning like he was stretching for an Olympic event or something.

Jim: None of these sheets fit. They are all too small.

Me: Really? That's strange. Get the cream colored ones. They will fit.

Jim: Cream colored?

Me: You know, kind of off-white, like a beige?

Jim: I don't see any that color.

Me: They should be right there.

Then I hear more grunting and groaning and a few swears thrown in for good measure.

Jim: I can't find the cream colored sheets and none of these other sheets fit.

I go upstairs and get the sheets and hand them to him and then hurry back downstairs to finish what I am doing. It's quiet for a while.

Jim: These sheets don't fit either. They must be Queen size. I can't get them on.

Me: Those sheets fit. Trust me. Just put them on the bed.

Jim (after more grumbling): Never mind. I'll just sleep on the bed without sheets.

Me (GIANT sigh): I'll be right there.

So, I go upstairs and put the sheets on the bed with one hand. I did it one handed just to prove a point. I know, I'm a jerk, but I had to show off a little bit. I mean, the house has become my domain. I might as well flex a little muscle, right? Plus, Jim has a Master's degree. He was in the Army. How can he not know how to make the bed? How has he managed to live in this house for over a year now and still not know where the sheets are kept? These are questions I will likely never know the answer to. That man is a mystery.

The worst part is, even though I made the bed with one hand and never got a gold medal, he still managed to steal all of the blankets from me in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I wonder when we became such a stereotypical "Old Married Couple" but other times it really is just too funny and I can't help but laugh.

Still, I want to win a Gold Medal in bed making.

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