You heard me.
Making the bed is the gateway to answering to all of life's greatest mysteries.
I read in my latest Reader's Digest (who read from somewhere else of course) that making the bed as soon as you get up in the morning leads you to a more productive life. They said that when you make your bed, you start the day feeling accomplished and leave your room (thus beginning your day) in an orderly and clean fashion.
So here it is. Day one.
As usual, my alarm clock blared loudly through the speaker in my closet. I rolled to the edge of the bed and dangled an arm and leg over, hoping it'd turn itself off. When it persisted, I swung both my legs over and pushed myself off. I groggily shuffled into the hallway (almost walking into my doorjamb in the process) and opened the door to the room next to mine.
There he was, my little alarm clock, standing up in his crib and bouncing up and down like his bed was the funnest trampoline ever! He watched me feed the fish and then held his arms out to me. I picked him up and took him back into my room to change his diaper. As I was leaving, I noticed the rumpled state of my bed and grumbled under my breath. It's not like the first things I want to do in the morning are listen to baby crying, change diaper, and then do some cleaning. Right? Right?
But I did. I sat him down on the ground and started with my husband's side of the bed, typically the most confusing. He did not disappoint. There was a corner in the middle of the bed. Did it go to the bottom? Did it go up to the top? Why were all the blankets on my side of the bed? I quickly figured it out, flattening the top sheet and adjusting the fitted sheet underneath. I pulled the blanket from my side to cover the whole of the bed and lastly, placed the pillows where they should be.
For some reason, my husband says I like to hog 80 percent of the bed. However, judging by pillow placement of the previous night's rest, I now have proof that it was indeed 70 (him) 30 (me). And he wonders why I push him all night?
As I was leaving my room to go see what Nick (the little rugrat) had gotten into, I noticed the traditional pile of clothing from the previous day's dress by my side of the bed. I figured "well, I'm supposed to be leaving my room in a state of cleanliness, so I might as well pick up the floor too". So I did. I bent down and scooped up my clothes and walked into the laundry room. I was about to dump the clothes on the floor in the "to wash" pile, but I figured "hey, since I'm in here, I might as well start it now".
So I did. So here I was, awake for less than 20 minutes, and I'd already made the bed, picked up the floor, and started a load of laundry. If you couldn't tell by my near encounter with the doorjamb earlier, I'm not a morning person. Hell, I'm not a DAY person. Actually, let me rephrase. I'm not an "awake" person. Alas, it has to be done. Anyway, so 20 minutes into my day and I'd accomplished much more than I would have four hours into my day.
It would appear that making the bed does indeed lead to better habits and better productivity. Hmm. Who'da thunk it?
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