It’s the most wonderful day of the week

Mondays come with multiple benefits. Not only because I’m retired and no longer have to get up at the crack of dawn and go to work but also because Monday is change-the-sheets day. When we’re retired, it’s often those simple things that give us enormous pleasure. I”ll never understand how people can wake up in the morning and go to work or start their day without making their bed. The only thing lovelier than sliding into nice, smooth, cool sheets at the end of the day is when they’re freshly changed. In our house, that happens on Monday. When I change the sheets, I hang the freshly laundered ones outside to dry—screw the local bylaws. It’s environmentally friendly and they’re hung below the fence line where no one can see them.

Don’t you agree there’s nothing more delicious than sliding into a freshly made bed with crisp cotton sheets that have been air-dried and the pillow cases ironed with a spritz of lavender linen water? I even cheat and change the pillow cases mid-week to rush the experience. Is it a boomer broad thing, or am I the only peculiar one? My friends and I even have an acronym for it—CSD—clean sheets day. My friend Margaret loves the experience so much. she immediately hops in and has a snooze on CSD.

Bonne nuit.

I’ve yet to meet a man who understands our pleasure. My mother always loved CSD and my father was oblivious. My husband doesn’t get it either. Maybe it’s because we’re usually the ones who do the laundering and changing so we’re true aficionados of the ritual. Oprah gets it; her sheets are changed every second day, which is particularly gratifying when you have staff to do the work. The only downside I’m finding is that as I get older and my back gets weaker, it’s becoming harder to pull and lift the heavy corners of the mattress to tuck in those fitted sheets. I need Oprah’s staff to give me a hand, or better still, do it for me.

The reward will come tonight around 10:30 when I slide into bed, propped up with a good book in my hands (it’s currently by Zadie Smith, but more on that another time), snuggled up with my honey and my little Yorkie and a smile of satisfaction on my face. It’s a well-earned and delicious pleasure. Sweet dreams mes chères.

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Anonymous
2 years ago

the wonderful smell of the sheets and oh so fresh

Lynda Davis
2 years ago

I feel your joy! Guess I’m not so weird after all. Thanks.

Anonymous
Anonymous
2 years ago

It’s those little things in life that make one appreciate how lucky we truly are.

We recently had a 13 year old family member visit from Germany who made his bed every morning and neatly folded his pj’s and comfort toy on the pillow. He immediately got my respect.

Gail from Oakville

Lynda Davis
2 years ago
Reply to  Anonymous

That’s just plain heart-warming. Great kid and future great husband.

Margaret Dickson
Margaret Dickson
2 years ago

Yup yesterday Sunday is CSD in our house, and it was a perfect day. When I made the bed the sheets where still warm from the sun when I slid in for a snooze.