Some days, I feel like I’m nailing this parenting gig. Other days, I wonder how I ever made it out of the hospital with a tiny human—let alone four of them! Today was definitely one of those rough days.
It’s been forever since I tackled the chore of making beds. I think the last time was during the Ice Age. With one queen-sized bed, two sets of bunk beds, and a crib, I was looking at a mountain of bedding—two sheets for each bunk, plus a crib sheet, and don’t forget the 500 pillow pets and 15 rogue socks that always seem to appear where the sheet meets the mattress.
I tend to avoid this task like the plague, much like how I steer clear of exercise and any volunteer work. As I was adding the finishing touches to my three-year-old’s bottom bunk, my ten-year-old piped up, “Mom, can you make my bed too?”
“Absolutely, sweetie! Your bed is next,” I replied, feeling a swell of pride for a fleeting moment. That was until I attempted to conquer the top bunk, which felt more like scaling Mount Everest than anything else. The ladder seemed to mock me: “Look at the big lady trying to climb! She can’t even make it up without slipping.”
Once I finally reached the top, my jaw dropped in disbelief. It was a disaster! No sheets, just a collection of 15 books piled under her pillow, and a mattress pad that was more of a joke than a bed—split into three sections and barely cushioned.
“Uh, how long have you been without sheets?” I asked, half-expecting an answer that would explain this travesty.
“I don’t know. A while, I think,” she shrugged.
“Why are you sleeping on these thin pads? What happened?”
“I think you couldn’t finish when you were fixing the beds last time. I don’t remember. It was a while ago.”
Her memoir, “I Don’t Remember, It Was A While Ago,” is sure to be a bestseller in the parenting world. “NO MORE SHEETS. EVER!” I thought. The only thing missing was a metal cup for her to bang against the bed guard.
To make matters worse, the unused top bunk of my son’s bed was a plush paradise, complete with a double mattress, an eggshell topper, sheets, two pillows, and several blankets—truly fit for the invisible royal who sleeps there.
I spent the next two hours dragging mattresses around, fluffing pillows, and tucking in corners with the softest sheets I could find for my little princess. How did I let this slide for weeks—cough…months? Ah yes, the ladder. That treacherous contraption.
As I gave kisses at the foot of the bed, I realized that nobody puts a baby in a corner—unless it’s the corner of an unmade prison-like bunk bed.
On the bright side, I walked away with newfound admiration for my daughter. She never complained about her less-than-ideal sleeping situation, didn’t ask for sheets, and simply climbed up to her barren bed each night with a kiss goodnight.
The old tale suggests that a true princess could feel a pea under a mountain of mattresses, but I’m convinced that a real princess would do exactly what my daughter did: kiss her family goodnight and make the best of a tough situation.
So, despite my parenting blunders, we’ve got ourselves a bona fide princess. Here’s hoping she marries into royalty one day; we could all use some Egyptian cotton around here!
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Summary:
Navigating parenting can often feel overwhelming, especially when simple tasks like making beds turn into epic adventures. The author reflects on the chaos of unmade beds and the unnoticed struggles of her daughter, ultimately finding humor and admiration in her child’s resilience. Despite the challenges, this journey reveals the beauty in embracing imperfections and cherishing family moments.
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