Recently I was in a conversation with several other people, and somehow we started talking about making our beds.
Someone who shall remain nameless (Hey, Kalyn!) said she doesn't normally make her bed. The other gal in the conversation looked at me and said, "You make your bed, don't you, Joli?"
Ummm....guilty as charged.
That is normally the very first thing that Jas and I do when the alarm clock goes off at 5 a.m. (Ok, it may be 5:09, after we've snoozed once.) I have such a thing about making the bed....(true confession) that I even make the bed when we stay at a hotel.
It occurred to me later that I probably left them with the wrong impression. They may have assumed that someone who always makes the bed has other areas of their life together....that every area is nice and neat and tidy like that.
And that would be wrong. In my case, anyway. It would be dead wrong.
Because when you step back a little and get a bigger view of my bedroom (and my life), you get the real picture.
Messy, always-overflowing-with-books nightstand...
Laundry, laundry, laundry.
Clean laundry (thankfully), but laundry all over the place on the chair at the foot of our bed. And this is the scene, oh, about 75% of the time. Seriously. I am on top of it with washing laundry. But putting it away? Not so much.
And this is just mine and Jas and G's laundry. It's a good thing that the four older children put their own clothes away...