That is not what a bad made by an adult looks like.
It looks like a child made my bed.
Which may in fact be true.
Because my bed making skills stalled at early middle school.
That is when I decided I did not care if my bed was made.
And it is only now, in my 27th year on this earth, that I decided that I do care about how my bed looks.
Plus, LOGIC, I have to pretty much make my bed before I get in it at night anyways, so I might as well make it when I get up.
And let me tell you, I am not a morning person, and I hate adding to my routine.
But, here we are, and my room looks so much nicer now that my bed is made.
And I end up telling myself: “Clare, it’s ok if the duvet bed looks like a messy teenager tossed it around, at least your bed is made. You can get better at it later, now is not the time to be a perfectionist! Just go to work.”
4 months later:
By month 4 of this new habit the making of my bed has become turning down the duvet so it’s nicely folded in half at the bottom of my bed.
It looks nice, and I don’t have to make my bed all the way.
And it looks like an adult (now 28 year old me) made my bed.
This is what I call a success.
Now, on to create more good habits!
(Note: getting out of my bed to go outside into the polar vortex is a whole other story)