And so I thought, as I do so many mornings when making the bed..........
why?
Why do I have to make the bed ? Why can I not be more like the long-ago boyfriend of Miss Alice who refused to make his bed because, as he said, it just gets messed up again when you go to bed.
Following this path of logic, a reasonable person might argue why wash your hands as they get dirty again, or why do the dishes as they get all messy again; but then I don't think he, the boyfriend, was a reasonable person, in fact not even a very intelligent person, in my estimation.
So why?
The one time I did not make my bed a friend of mine stopped by unexpectedly and said, loud and clear, that he had never ever seen my bed not made. Any explanation would have been redundant, so I just smiled and swore to myself that this would never, ever happen again.
And that is why I make my bed, first thing in the morning, fearing that some person might wish to visit and might see my bed unmade.
Since the first time, no-one has, but just in case.....
I make my bed. First thing.