I hate changing bed sheets.
While in college I worked with mentally handicapped adults. They were individuals who were able to live on their own or with roommates but sometimes needed additional help with everyday life type of things.
There was one guy, who I will call Ben, that I worked with who was truly my favorite. Unfortunately Ben would sometimes have accidents at night. It was the morning staffs job to strip his bed of the wet sheets and blankets and start them in the wash and then when I came in in the afternoon I would have to help him remake his bed.
Since he did have these occasional accidents he had several of those mattress pads that helps ensure everything does not make it down to the mattress. These mattress pads were not created equal. Oh sure, the both helped keep the mattress dry but one was my nemesis. For you see one of these mattress pads had such a tight fit that it became a circus act trying to get it on.
"Hold down that corner" I would instruct as I would climb across the bed (Ben had a queen sized bed) trying to stretch the pad to the other corner. I would yank and pull and tug and finally get it around the corner. "Okay keep holding" I would instruct while hurrying to other other corner. Half of the time he would let go getting distracted by something in his room and the other half the corner I had just completed would just pop up mocking me on its way. Sometimes this battle would last for ten minutes my frustration growing with each minute, but Ben well his laughter would grow with each minute. Ben had this great big belly laugh that shook his whole body, his eyes would light up and twinkle and every time the corner would pop he would laugh and laugh.
Eventually and somehow I would get all four corners down and quickly finish making his bed. The other mattress pad would go on with ease, it was just the one.
So this morning as I changed Ryder's sheet (as his diaper-which I literally told someone just yesterday worked great-leaked) I realized I had that one sheet. The one that mocks me and pops up off each corner. But Ryder just has a crib so it should be much easier. But no, because then there are the bumper pads to contend with and the the crib bar digging into my stomach as I try and bend over to get the sheet on....
Did I tell you I hate changing bed sheets?