My husband and I have a queen size bed. We have a ceiling fan plus a regular fan along with the central a/c. We like to be comfy.
The other day, I got into my bed after a sweet, long, bubble bath. I had shaved my legs and was prepared to enjoy my comfortable bed for a long night’s rest. My bed looks so inviting with my favorite “just” cleaned” sheets on them.
I get into my bed and guess what I find? My sheets had apparently been washed too many years and developed those horrible little bumps that make you feel like your sleeping in sand. (Grrr…I hate them, it makes my blood boil thinking about them.)
I explain to my husband that he must do something. He is already asleep. He’s slurs, “just close your eyes and go to sleep.” He can sleep anywhere so I just assume he can’t understand my dilemma. At first, I try. I really try. But, I feel them and I hate them. I know they are not alive or anything but I know that they are there. Finally, I did what any reasonable person would have done, I went and slept on the couch. (This is totally a true story.)
The next day, he says, “Have you ever heard of the story of the Princess and the Pea?” Oh My, did I understand, that poor Princess! I understood the author’s view. I understood to the fullest. I WAS HER! I HATE those peas!
It had all started when I was a little girl. (Yes, this could develop even more into a sob story.) My little room had the greatest theme, Strawberry Shortcake. (Is this totally dating myself? I probably should write VINTAGE Strawberry Shortcake.)
One day or one night, the sheets developed the peas (that is my new name for them). I tried brushing them out with my hair brush. I tried using baby powder to make them smooth down. I tried washing them. I tried cutting them with tiny scissors. NOTHING worked. I was so sad. These were my favorite sheets growing up.
And so, it is the same with the sheets now. They are my favorite pair. We’ve had them since we got married. They are precious and not to mention the most important factor, they match my decor.
But, I hear there might be a saviour for my sheets. A lint shaver. There is no place that I wouldn’t go to save the sheets! (Well… as long as it stays in the budget, which right now, is pretty low.) So, off to Wally-world…or somewhere…
Until next time and thanks for reading my sad sheet story.
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