Now, it takes a planning meeting and SpecOps forces to put our bed back together again, because All The Kings Men and All the Kings Horses just weren't cutting it anymore.
I've quit trying. Making the bed simply can not occupy half my morning.
I had a new strategy that consisted of :
- Agreeing with The Hubs that the last person out of bed had to be the one to make it
- Getting up earlier than The Hubs.
I can't compete with that.
Resistance is futile. I'm giving in to the dark side and leaving the bed unmade. Don't tell my mother.