I hate changing the bed linens – it’s such a pain particularly now that my shoulder and back hurt. Thankfully Devoted Spouse helps. He not only changes linens, he does laundry, folds the sheets, and puts them in the linen closet. Watta guy!
I used to have a very nice, neatly arranged linen closet – I followed Martha Stewart’s suggestions and even labeled the friggin’ shelves – towels for us, towels for the guest bath, double-size sheets, queen-size sheets, etc. I drew the line at wrapping up the sheet sets in ribbon – that’s too much nonsense even for me. But it was pretty, neat, and I could find everything. It sort of looked like this:
Then one of my friends made fun of me and I ripped off all the labels and decided to do it alphabetically with the double sized sheets on the first shelf and the queen sized sheets on the next shelf – easy, huh? The problem here is that each sheet manufacturer places their little (and I do mean little) tag denoting the sheet size in a different place on every sheet. So when you take the sheet out of the closet you can’t tell immediately which size and which bed it is for. Why don’t they make the tags bigger and all of them sewn in the same place on the sheet so we can find them???
Now, to make a short story longer, while I am still incapacitated, I am in the queen-sized bed and Devoted Spouse has taken up temporary residence in the guest room double-sized bed. Last night was sheet changing night. Now, since I’ve taken off the labels and we’ve gotten a bit lax in where we actually store the sheets, I just started pulling out sheets like crazy and looking for the stupid &*%%$% labels to tell me which bed they were for. By the time I actually found two complete sets, one for each room, the linen closet looked like Freddie Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street had hacked his way through it. I just grabbed everything left and literally crammed it back in the closet and shut the doors. This is how it looked after the tag fight: Unbelievable! I’m horrified.
This is how it looks today:
I wouldn’t open that door for all the Timbits in the world! Maybe tomorrow…
I want my Valium back. I hate to think how long it’s going to take me to re-arrange this horrid mess I made and I have gotten the bright idea to find a black laundry marker and mark on the underside corner of each sheet what size it is so I never have to go through this again.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who goes through this ridiculous nonsense.