Team Bergeron

High Maintenance Bedding

posted by Heather September 11, 2016 0 comments
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Just great. They took the best chip on the planet, and made it even more irresistible. Grrrreaaaaaat.

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Natick Days on the town green. SO fun.

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Got to go on a bike ride with this stud. I love getting to spend time alone with Jonah, my little puppy.

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Spent the rest of the afternoon laying low at The Lorion’s, one of my favorite places on the planet. They couldn’t be more welcoming, our kids LOVE everything about being there, and it’s just one of those places that makes you feel like your’e on a retreat. You feel like did a cleanse, went to therapy (in a great way), and got a massage…it’s just good for your soul 🙂

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Their 12 year old son, James, and college age son, Buddy, just passed their SCUBA certification today. So, James showed Bode the ropes.

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He even let Bode breathe out of his tank.

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We’re also trying to replicate that wildflower garden in our backyard. I’m sure it will look JUST like theirs.

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And, we always stay longer than they probably want us to 🙂

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Bode is like a little puppy there. He just runs around, swims, plays in the sandbox, and hangs out with the goats, chicken, and sheep. Here he’s playing ball with Rosie, and Annie, the dog they named after Annie Thorisdottir because she had blonde hair sort of like she does.

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Bode and Rosie.

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Maya writes this on her wrist before every game. “CHD, #2” is for her teammate, Casey, who passed away suddenly during practice almost a year ago. And, “A” is for Amma, Katrin’s grandmother who we all lost this past Spring. She plays every game for these two.

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Literally, like musical adrenaline.

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My new fav.

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And, loving this song right now, too.

I pride myself on being relatively low maintenance.  It’s always one of the things Ben claims he loves the most about me.

But, not in bed.

And, that has nothing to do with intimacy.  It, however, has everything to do with my relationship with bed sheets.

I’m a nightmare.  I can’t even tell you how many times, during the course of the night, that I secretly make and remake at least my side of the bed.  And, if I get lucky, I can sneak in some more work if Ben gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

I just absolutely cannot focus on relaxing if the sheets are disheveled.  There is nothing worse to me than the feeling on my feet of a flat sheet that is scrunched up and out of line with the blanket on top of that sheet.  It’s disgusting and I can’t even take it.  My feet don’t even know what to do.

I feel like my body is getting smothered, like I’m being punished and tortured.  I think I actually start sweating when things get that bad.

And, I swear to God my torn labrum and rotator cuffs all began with me trying to eternally try and pull the damn bedspread back up to where it belongs towards the top of the bed instead of creeping off the foot of the bed like it’s slowly trying to break free from captivity.  I’m not even kidding, I think our bedspread weighs close to 25 pounds.

When Ben’s traveling and I have the bed to myself, I will barely pull the corner down as I go to get in bed at night, I sleep like a mummy on my back with my arms pinned to the sides of my legs, and my legs are glued together like a freaking nun.  The best part of the whole thing is that when I wake up in the morning, I verrrry carefully sneak out of that tiny corner so as to not so much as wrinkle one square inch of bedding…making it so that I don’t even need to “make” the bed.  It’s still made from the night before, I just need to lay the corner back down…and, I’m done.

BOOM.

DROP the mic.

What?  Stop it.

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