have had been enjoying my clean master bedroom.
But then . . . last week hubby and I flipped our mattress. No, my dear gutter-minded readers, those of you who are flashing back to the post about the ladder, that’s not what I’m talking about.
Hubby has had that mattress since before we got married, so it’s been around a while. In an attempt to make up for the deep caved-in hole that was forming on my side, we did the rotate/flip that we should do every six months or so.
Should, but don’t.
Unfortunately, we got a little confused when the hole was still there after the flip. After much discussion about whether we’d done the flip-and-turn correctly, and a re-flip/re-turn that ended us up in the same exact predicament, we realized that the hole was for real. On both sides. Not just a result of improper-flipping.
(Any of you work for a mattress company who wants a blogger review in exchange for a mattress? I promise a fun-while-totally-appropriate video review.)
Anyway, in the midst of all the flipping-and-turning, the things that had been precariously balanced on the trunk at the end of the bed . . . fell.
And then there was the laundry (from Monday) that had to be moved into the master bedroom because we were having a guest spend the night (on Friday).
These things are how the master bedroom goes from wow-I-love-it-when-it’s-clean to oh-my-word-how-did-it-get-this-bad-again.
Sooooo, since I’m in detail mode right now anyway, I decided I should tackle these two insurmountable piles while they’re still . . . just details.
For me . . . a very big deal.
Amazingly, the laundry from (last) Monday took less than one episode of Project Runway to fold. And then, shocker of all shockers, I was able to tackle the end-of-the-bed-abyss in less than twenty minutes, which was all I had before I needed to head out to work at the school book fair.
Much better. And I’m again enjoying my clean master bedroom.
Clean . . . for me. But whatever.