I have been yelling for years about how making the bed was a complete waste of time. This is something that I believed deeply. I am a busy person and it seemed like a fool’s errand. You get out of bed, make it all nice, then wreck it up again every night?
So I don’t make my bed.
Well, I used to make it sometimes when my in-laws came to stay at our house, but now they live near us. I do sometimes make it when I put on clean sheets, but that is totally different.
When I was on the airplane two weeks ago (and I actually wrote a post about this then deleted it or something because the airline I was flying didn’t have wifi, but they did have beer, and I must have not saved the word doc or something) I was wondering why people made the bed at all.
When I was in my early 20s I had an office mate that was redoing our entire filing system. She would take things out one drawer at a time, then organize that drawer. She did this with all of the drawers then after that she would merge two drawers together and so on until she had the whole thing done – four weeks later. I asked why she didn’t just take it all out and alphabetize the whole shebang all at once. She said she had a system. I said her system was a lot of busy work.
That girl made her bed every morning.
Busy work, right?
But no, it couldn’t be. Why would everyone do it? It can’t just be about tidiness. Can it?
I decided I would do an experiment. I would make my bed every day in February (the shortest month) and see what all of the fuss what about.
Of course, I figured I would forget by the time February actually rolled around, but by some sort of miracle I remembered, and on February 1st, I made my bed.
And it wasn’t so bad.
I am currently on day seven of making the bed and I think I am starting to get it. First of all, if you do it every day the sheets don’t get all crazy and making the bed it way easier than if you don’t do it for say, 25 years.
Second, it makes my whole room look bigger and the tidiness thing is more that tightassery. A clean house is sort of Zen. I can concentrate better. My house seems bigger and it is easier to focus on other things.
Third, it really is nice to get into a freshly made bed every night and I think I impressed my husband.
I think I might actually dig this bed making thing. Not the making of it itself, but the it being made part.
I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.