Okay, I have some quirks. A LOT of quirks but all-in-all I think I’m pretty normal.
I do, however, have one odd quirk and I’m sure it drives the people around me nuts, though they humor me a lot.
I change my sheets every day. EVERY SINGLE DAY.
If I don’t, if I try to sleep on the sheets I slept on the night before, I inevitably wake up at one or two in the morning, itching like crazy, having tossed and turned in the hours beforehand and change it anyway. So, I always change the bed.
I can even tell when in a hotel, if the sheets have not been changed. I’m sorry environment, but my peace of mind is more important to me. Once, when Ella and I were at a conference in Houston, I put the “please change my sheets” card on the bed. That night, as I’m getting into the freshly made bed, I touched the sheets and found they’d not been changed. Yes, I can tell simply by feel. I was not a happy camper and let the hotel know about it.
It was too late to have them changed and I spent a restless, uncomfortable night, even though the bed was huge and I slept on the mostly un-slept on side.
I know, I know, it’s crazy. Ludicrous, even, but hey, it’s just how I am.
And yes, I have an insane amount of sheets. More than can comfortably fit in a large hope chest.
As I said, the people around me humor me about it. When I ask for sheets for Christmas or my birthday, they no longer say “Again?” but instead ask “What color this time?”
My boyfriend only had 2 sets of sheets when we started dating a year and a half ago. He now owns 5 sets. Since he has to pay to wash, I tote the sheets with me and take care of that part. Fair is fair. I’m nuts, but I have some sensibilities.
Because there must be balance in the universe, my kid is the exact opposite of me. He doesn’t even sleep on a sheet. It’s creepy. I’m just saying.
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| Let sleeping dogs lie ... comfortably in fresh sheets! Photo courtesy of Csuka András |
I know that I have way more oddities about me than that, but really, I think this is probably the most fun. It’s certainly an interesting conversation piece.
What about you? What’s your strangest peccadillo?
Happy reading,
