I Used to Hate Making the Bed
I’m not a compulsively neat person. I don’t mind papers strewn across my desk for a few days or a bookcase that’s slightly in need of dusting. I don’t mind an unmade bed if there are other important things to do, but I will get to that bed before it’s time to get in it again. That’s more comfort than neatness: disarrayed sheets are annoying.
But even if I went to make up the bed soon after breakfast, I was never happy about it. That may sound silly; what chores honestly give us joy?