It doesn’t happen often but it’s pretty good hopping into your bed when you’re exhausted from the day and you realise you changed your sheets.
The little things get me.
Why is that so satisfying.
Although I use that word a lot (satisfying), it really is the only descriptive word to explain the feeling.
I’m clean, the beds clean, life’s good.
As I get ready to doze off though, I realised the sheets I took off the bed to changed them are sitting damp as anything at the bottom of the washing machine.
I hadn’t hung them out yet…
I guess that feeling didn’t last too long unfortunately.