When the children moved out of their cribs and into twin beds, I used to spend a lot of time making the bed with cute sheets and pretty blankets. But in the morning, I would come in to find the sheets knotted and twisted and pulled out from the bottom of the mattress. They were so tangled, it looked like the kids had been trying to make a rope out of sheets to escape the tyranny of their parents. I was re-making the whole bed every single morning, and I was not feeling it.
When the kids got old enough to make their own beds, we still had the same problem. They could only get so far before they needed an extra set of adult hands to lift the mattress so they could tuck the sheets in all over again. It was a drag.
Then one day, Older Girl said to me, Mom, just don't put the top sheet on. I don't really like it anyway and you won't have to come in and help me tuck it back in.
Every responsible, prim-and-proper fiber in my being recoiled. No TOP SHEET? Are you kidding? Who sleeps without a top sheet? What separates us from the animals if we forgo the top sheet? Agggghgh . . .
But I was hugely pregnant with Baby Girl at the time, and I was so tired and sweaty just climbing the stairs that my brain completely overrode my ideal of the Top Sheet. I let her take the top sheet off, and she made her bed with no assistance. We've never looked back.
I came to find out that lots of people - decent, respectable people - let their children sleep without top sheets. I would timidly mention the kids' incomplete bedding, and my friends would nod and say, Oh yeah, we got rid of the Top Sheet years ago. Best thing we ever did.
So there you have it - no top sheets for the kids. It's cooler in the summer, I throw an extra blankie on top of them in the winter, and I get to walk up the stairs in the morning and see a bed made without me laying a hand on it. All of that works for me.
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