Making The Bed: An Emotional Rollercoaster

MrsMeeder2015

I walk into the bedroom to see all the sheets on the floor and that big unmade bed,suddenly I'm filled with regret over my decision to make the bed. Deciding the smallest parts are easier to start with I begin working on the pillows. As the pillows never seem to willing go into the cases or end up straight either I start working out my aggression on them. On pillow 6 of 6, I realize this was a good idea, no ones' feelings got hurt and I feel so much better getting it out. So proud of myself I grab the daunting fitted sheet. Around and around I go trying to find that little tag to let me know which corner it goes on and I'm feeling overwhelmed. The tears start welling up in my eyes, followed by a complete emotional break down, all because of a tag. When I can finally see through my tears, there on the floor next to me is that little teal tag staring at me. Frustrated but determined not to be beat by the sheets, I finish. Proudly I walk out of the room, a victor over the unmade bed. My husband looks up from filling the dishwasher; at first with a slight frown, which quickly turns to a smirk. He remembered we are entering the second trimester, clean sheets are not a reason to not have sex anymore!

I hope after reading this you at least came out with a few smiles, don't worry I'm not an emotional wreck above is purely for entertainment.  I am nearing the end of my first trimester which was full of freak outs and questions. But reading others posts, and getting answers to comfort my worries has helped so much. I wanted to give a little something back to hopefully brighten someone else's day that comes on with worries of their own.

Oh I did really make the bed though, it was a better choice than cleaning the kitchen.

AggieBeth06

I hate making the bed.

Congrats on 2nd tri!