As The Mind Wanders

 I may have expressed one of my idiosyncrasies about the bed I sleep in. I have standards about where I lay me down to sleep. Like the Princess and the Pea, anything out of my regulations annoys me and I find it hard to sleep.

There can be no crumbs or sand in my bed, so I always keep a rug next to my bed entry point to carefully wipe my feet, just in case a grain of sand may have been picked up on the soles of my feet. And I do not eat in bed. Even though I have a matching rug on the other side of the bed, I often find it under the bed, never having been put to use. He likes to eat in bed. He likes those individually wrapped Hostess snack cakes. It's a double insult, since they make crumbs, as well as an empty wrapper on his night table. Mr. BoJangles is the only canine with the agility to jump up into the bed, and he always finds any leavings the master of our universe may have left behind. This causes me angst.

Another major gripe (and I have quite a few) is wrinkles in the bottom sheet. I want those sheets taut! If I roll on my side and there is a wrinkle under my hip, I will get up and unmake my side of the bed to pull the sheet taut as I can and re-tuck it. Nothing feels so good as a freshly made bed to me. Fitted sheets do not always fit. I have tried shallow pockets, deep pockets and even those straps that criss-cross the underside of the mattress in an attempt to keep the sheets tight. My next attempt will be those corner thingies that are "guaranteed" to keep the sheet in place.

No matter what I try, my husband manages to toss and turn and un-tuck his side of the sheets. The criss-cross straps will eventually pop off or just break. So, every day, I will basically un-make the entire bed and re-make it to get tight sheets. A little crazy? No, a lot!

When I was a little girl, my mom watched the soaps on CBS. All of them. I could tell the time of day by the voices on the TV. There was an entire line-up that I am familiar with. As The World Turns was her favorite. I knew the entire cast. The doctors whose fathers were doctors and sons became doctors until the show ended. It was followed by Search For Tomorrow. I always wondered about many things, even as a child. Why would you search for something that would come whether you searched or not?

If I was in a starring role on a soap, it would be titled "As the Mind Wanders". This nugget of truth came to me as I was re-making my bed this morning, and I decided to share it with you all. You are welcome.