I have started making my son’s bed. Am I finally growing up?
That’s my answer. But let’s rewind and take this from the beginning.
I don’t make my bed. I just don’t care how rumpled a bed may be.
Here is my thinking and philosophy on this. If you are not home during the day, why do you care if the bed is made? Who is going to see it? I certainly don’t have a nanny cam to check up on my bed. It remains unmade and I suspect that if my bed were a character in the Beauty and the Beast movie, it would sing a diddy about being free and not constrained. I honestly don’t get the point of making my bed.
There are some out there that will argue that when you start off the day by making your bed, you get a sense of accomplishment early in the day. Supposedly you get a boost. No. I don’t get a boost from making my bed. You know what gives me a boost in the morning? Coffee. You know what gives me zip? When I get an early email telling me that my meetings for the day have been cancelled. Making my bed just takes up useless time. I’ve got an elliptical to get on that gives me an adrenaline rush and caffeine to ingest.
Some may also argue that by making your bed in the morning, you make a comfortable place to which you can come home to and thus relax. No. Not really. I come home so tired from work, that I easily can fall asleep on the floor, couch or in the bath. A messy bed isn’t going to stop me from falling asleep. Maybe, instead of a made bed, we can collectively work on having better work environments and reasonable work expectations. Wouldn’t you take that over a made-up bed?
Others have noted that making one’s bed can start one off on a path of good habits. First off, I don’t need good habits. I love my bad ones. I embrace them. I drink Coke Zero for breakfast. I like gummy bears. I read In Touch Magazine. I also try to do good for the world. So, I’ve got it all covered.
“I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all, I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card in sight, wild card in sight”
I totally love that Feist song “Feel it all”
Now that I have established why I don’t care about making my bed, let me discuss my recent actions in which I have made my son’s bed. I will start right off the bat with noting I don’t know why I have taken to doing it. It could be that I see him growing up too quickly and I want to make his bed as a way of keeping him as my baby. Sure. It could be that. It could be that I I am too revved up by work and need something simple to do and I don’t care to make my bed as it goes against my personal life philosophy. Thus, I make my son’s bed. It could be that his bed is so messy that my parenting cleaning skills kick in. Supposedly, there is such a thing.
Despite the fact that I have made his bed this past week, I will not make my own. So, I am not growing up anytime soon when it comes to that. I will not make my own bed and lie in it. I just won’t accept that. Yes, I am referring to more than just my bed.