If nothing else in my life is nice and neat, my bed will be. When I get out of bed in the morning, the bed gets made. When I turn the covers back to slide in at night, I take comfort in the cool, smooth sheets which I patted down that morning.
When I come home from days like today where every minute felt like I was going up stream… To see my made bed makes me feel that something, at least ONE THING in my day, went right.
I’m not trying to whine. I’m just being real. We all have these days. We have a list as long as three yard sticks, overwhelming moments of craziness and a splitting headache! I’m not saying these days come frequently. I’m just saying, the come.
Today has been one of those crazies, but thank God…
My bed is made.
(Take pleasure in the little things even when the big things aren’t going as planned … ESPECIALLY when the big things aren’t going as planned)