There's nothing like your bed awaiting you, all freshly made. I know that for me, I usually climb into a nuclear bomb site, throw some random stuff on the floor and arrange the doona or blankets into some sort of covering on top of me.
But Sunday night every three weeks...Clean sheets, clean pyjamas, clean hair. How wonderful is that clean feeling.
P.s. I wash my hair every two or three days, but I make my hair-wash coincide with the sheet change. Same with pyjamas. Just so you don't think that I'm a grot.
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