I couldn't make my bed for fifteen years.
The main reason was because I’m an early riser and the Shepkid’s mom was in it when I left. Most of the time when I got home it was either unmade or haphazardly thrown together.
….and that drove me nuts!
When I moved back to the east side of Mannheim Road, I started making my bed again.
Making your bed in the morning gives you an early feeling of accomplishment. When you go to bed after a long day, it’s always refreshing to climb into a made bed.
Hazel left a doggie stuffed animal on my bed during one of the first weekends she visited after the separation. She told me the doggie will keep me from missing the family dog back at home and also keep me from being lonely.
Out of the mouths of babes…
Through these years as Hazel has grown up, more “stuffies” have made a home on dad’s bed.
An elephant that sings lullabies, a dalmatian, a tiny squish mellow named Blue, Piglet from Winnie the Pooh and SouthPaw. SouthPaw is the mascot for the White Sox.
There is a total of eight "stuffies" on my bed today. I place them every morning in the same place. It probably adds two minutes to my routine.
But that is what I do and that is what I’ve become. A divorced dad who makes his bed and has stuffed animals situated on the pillows.
That is what I choose to do and I think it gives both Hazel and I some security. I also think on occasion, when a hot mom pays a visit, she might think that it’s cute. It shows the tender side of JumbLove.
All of our routines in life not only become a habit, but they build up who we become as individuals.
The tail end of the full moon weekend ended with cloud cover. Fortunately, I caught the beginning of the Pink Moon Saturday morning.
To quote Joni Mitchell, “So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.”
Look for me and the redheads at the Chicago Hounds match today. Today you can bring your dog to the pitch. If the Hounds sold “stuffies,” I’d have a total of nine characters to place during my bed making routine.