It's in the genes...

Biology and genetics are funny things. Sometimes you just can’t escape them.

For example, I have a family history of high cholesterol. There is nothing I can do in the realm of diet and exercise that will lower my cholesterol from the upper reaches of the 200’s to get it to below 200. For this reason, I have to take a low dose statin drug every day (yes, yes...along with diet and exercise. *sigh). That’s biology, my friends. There’s just no getting around it.

So I think it must be in my husband’s biology that he is almost completely incapable of making a bed. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me. Girls, you’ve GOT to know what I’m talking about here. Last one outta bed should make it, right?! Unfortunately once we are out of bed, there seems to be some sort of invisible (at least to me) force field that prevents anyone with a Y chromosome from approaching it.

And on the few occasions he has fought through his natural inclinations, and has actually pulled the comforter up, the assorted decorative throw pillows still remain neatly stacked on the treadmill. (Isn’t that what you use YOUR treadmill for?!) And the sheets? Usually still in a twisted bundle at the foot of the bed… a lump beneath the comforter that is big enough to make me wonder if he unwittingly made it up with one of the children inside.

His reasoning is this: “We’re just going to get back in bed tonight, so what’s the point of making it up?”

I am tempted to counter with: “There will be another ridiculous movie on the Sci-Fi channel with a one word title (Tarantulas!) later this week, so what’s the point of watching this one?” (Anaconda!)

My girls do a pretty serviceable job of making their beds. Even my four year old can pull her comforter up, and fluff the pillows. My boy? Well, there goes that biology rearing its ugly head. His quilt is just as likely to be shoved into his closet as to be on his bed. Don’t want to mess with it? Stick it in the closet. Phil would probably do the same thing with ours, given half a chance.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure there are plenty of things that Philip would tell you that I am genetically incapable of doing… such as mowing the lawn, putting Christmas lights on the outside of the house, and cleaning the lint trap from the dryer (I always forget!) I’m not perfect. I just like the bed made.

It’s in my genetic code.