I have changed bed sheets countless times in my life.
I would try and figure out how many times, but that would be too depressing. I mean, really, it’s not my favorite chore on the planet.
Because I am a creature of habit and routine, I wash sheets every Sunday. Go ahead, be jealous over the glamorous life I lead. I can wait while you deal with this rash of emotions.
My husband and I share a king-sized bed. Earth-shattering, I know. On Sunday, per every other Sunday, I was putting clean sheets on our bed. The length and width dimensions on a king-sized bed are fairly similar, so sometimes I could tell I put the sheet on the wrong way, but with a little muscle it always worked out. Clearly, I’d rather force it to work than take the 2.3 seconds it requires to remove the sheet and start over.
But this particular day, with the sun shining through the windows and my kids throwing my bed pillows on the floor, I noticed this:
I feel like I’m the last one to get the joke. Go ahead, laugh. If I wasn’t so happy over my discovery I might feel embarrassed about this revelation.
I had to snap a quick picture with my phone because, well, I thought I could share my “ah-ha moment” with you.
I love the process of creating and keeping a pretty home. Finding one little thing that makes the process easier makes me pretty darn happy! Even if I should have known this a million years ago. Better late than never!
P.S. Those sheets are from Target. I don’t know if they still carry them as I didn’t see them online.