I got a new set of sheets this week. Pinky put them on the bed Thursday night, and the when I got into them that night, I had a flashback to the days (or more specifically, nights) of my youth.
I used to absolutely love the day when my mom would change the sheets on my bed. I'd come home from school and she'd say, "Fresh bed tonight!"
"Fresh bed." That's exactly what it was, too. Mom could make a bed more tightly than anyone I ever knew. Sure, I'd have to make my bed every morning, but I couldn't do it well at all. So when Mom made the Fresh Bed, I'd take great pains to keep it intact for as long as I could.
First of all, I'd never turn the covers down. I'd sit way up on my pillow, slip my toes under the covers, and then wiggle myself down into bed, so I'd be wrapped up tight, like a 6-foot burrito. (And you should have seen the gymnastics involved in jamming all of ME into a place the width of a pillow.)
Secondly, I'm not a real "active" sleeper; I rarely thrash about and mess up the covers. I usually just "revolve," turning from back, to side, to stomach, to other side, and so on throughout the night. In the morning, I'd wiggle back up out from under the covers, the same way I'd gone in. That way, not only did the bed remain all tight and cozy, I didn't have to make the bed in the morning.
If I was careful, I could keep the bed tight for about a week.
I know you can get maids to come in and clean for you... I wonder if there's a service that will come in and make your bed every day...
I'm pretty sure Mom is unavailable these days...