The Preferability of Bed
Bed is preferable because you get to do nothing there.
You might be happy as a lark in your daily life but bed is still preferable.
Even if you're the President it's still good to go asleep.
Single people get the best of bed:
They don't have to do anything for or to anyone there and it's great.
You might be happy as a lark in your daily life but bed is still preferable.
Even if you're the President it's still good to go asleep.
Single people get the best of bed:
They don't have to do anything for or to anyone there and it's great.
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I will sometimes forgo washing my clothes because not folding makes me feel guilty.
I've been accumulating guilt for a long time.
I take out the trash and the recycling. I clean the bins.
She cleans the refrigerator, about once a year because, in general,
we both wipe up sections as they get dirty and spills when they happen.
I usually empty the garbage. I turn the compost pile.
She cleans the bathrooms, more often than quarterly, including floors.
I clean two toilet bowls each about weekly. More as needed.
She washes the shower door regularly. I scrub the grout in the shower.
It grows whenever I take my eye off of it.
She dusts when she vacuums.
I replace the ropes in the double hung windows. Infrequently.
We both pull down the storms and put up the screens.
I take in the screens and put the winter glass in the outside doors, and then reverse them in the spring. She cleans them.
She takes the couch's cover off and carries it to and from the dry cleaner. We put it
back on together.
Six out of seven days, I walk the dog.
She walks him in the worst weather. She usually takes him to the vet.
I cut his hair and bathe him about three times a year.
She exercises faithfully for very long stretches and then quits for shorter stretches.
I exercise less regularly but more intensely. I have broken down, lately.
She doesn't break down as often.
She eats more evenly. I spike.
She is built for the long haul.
I try to learn that lesson.
I clean the garage as we go along, she initiates the big clean-out.
I return the empties.
Pump the gas. Fill the window washer reservoir. A series of small annoying things. Set the mouse trap. Dispose of the dead mouse.
I talk to insurance agents. She talks to health insurance agencies.
All of this is a result of silent and not-so-silent negotiation.
It is subject to discussion with or without notice and much of it has changed or is in the process of changing.
Some of it seems like it will always be the same.
At any given moment, a chore can become a burden. Together, all of it weighs almost nothing.
Regardless of who has washed the sheets, she makes the bed.
We love sleeping in it.
bed.. Yeah we can really feel the escence of bed in our life.. Without bed, maybe we are nothing.. Lol..
Great post, thanks for this.
I star jump on my bed.
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