Sure, I could have laid on the one by the TV ... or the one by the fireplace ... or the queen-sized one in the bedroom that's called "Mom and Dad's bed" ... but Mom took MY bed in the breakfast room and washed it. I couldn't use it for two whole hours!!!
I gave her just enough time to get it out of the dryer, zip it back up, and put it back into place before I claimed it once again:
|"Ahhhh! Peace, at last!!!"|
Did I mention I had to go without it for two whole hours?!?! And this happens every week! Do you all have to put up with this, too? So stressful. So very, very stressful!
PS: Two whole hours!!!