Clean? Who needs it?
I have a ridiculously messy room. Cleaning it seems to attract even more messiness. I clean, I live in it a day, then it’s a mess. I’m notorious for simply leaving it messy… and I’m okay with that. I can step over shoes and clothes and wrapping paper and books I’m supposed to be reading. In my defense, it’s not because I’m lazy. Really. You see, if you understood just how comfortable my bed is, you’d have a messy room, too.
My little tiny twin bed is a beacon in the dark, messy abyss of my sleeping quarters. The cornucopia of pillows, a memory foam mattress pad, the fuzzy Amish blanket, my oversized stuffed alligator (shut up, his name is Steve), and my complimentary Defenders of Wildlife blanket I received with a $15 donation (proud photo on the left) beckon me to come relax. I take advantage of this beckoning by dropping everything and crawling into bed with my laptop. Ahh. Peace, quiet, and Target-brand memory foam. Does it get any better? Only if I had a self-heating tea pot within reach. (A great Christmas idea, folks.)