I've mentioned before that I generally make the beds everyday. At the
end of the day, I just really like to climb into a nicely made bed.
The real reason you should make your bed everyday?
You just never know when the police will stop by to inspect your home.
Wait, what?!
Oh yes, nap time last Tuesday turned into a three ring circus.
I had just tucked #1 in and heard my cell phone ringing.
It
was my sister, letting me know that my alarm company had just called my
dad because a silent distress alarm went out from my house.
Confused yet?
Me
too. I'm still unsure why my dad didn't call me, I guess he hung up the
phone (after speaking with the alarm company), looked at my sister and
said "the cops are headed to Alanna's house, maybe you should call her."
DAD,
if you are reading...the answer is YES. If police officers, firemen,
ambulances or Jehovah's Witnesses are headed towards my house, you
should always call and let me know. Thanks.
Anyway.
I
tried to call the police department and let them know I didn't send a
distress call, but if officers are dispatched they check on you no
matter what (actually that sounds pretty reassuring, carry on officers).
So I kept an eye on the front door to avoid them ringing the doorbell
and waking up my happy nappers.
(please tell me you are now singing the happy nappers jingle)
And two really nice and professional officers checked on me to make sure everything was okay.
And because I was a wee bit freaked out, they swept my house just to make sure...
You haven't lived until you've seen cops go down your basement steps with their guns drawn.
Alright,
their guns weren't drawn, but they did have their hands on them, and
they didn't turn on the lights, they used flashlights...very CSI. Creepy
and cool at the same time.
Also, they checked upstairs
where the boys were napping, and we must have ninja cops around here
because they went into the kids bedrooms and opened their closet doors
and both boys.stayed.asleep.
I know!
I can barely sneeze and they wake up.
But
getting back to the nicely made beds...the family room was a shambles,
Legos, duplos, dinosaurs, #2 has been carrying a Thomas coloring book
around and shredding it nonstop. I thought about this for two seconds,
then I realized my bedroom was clean, the bed was made and everything
was tidy so I didn't care about toymaggedon, I figured if they would
judge me, they would see that I make the beds (even though 2 were
occupied at the time) and that little bit of effort would go a long way
towards my clean house credentials.
So make your beds!
