I washed all the toss pillows on Sunday. The plan was to put them back on Monday, but this week was so filled with soccer practice, field trips, big decisions, medical mishaps and more that the task was too inconsequential to remember. Instead, at the end of every night this week I would sit on the couch and think something was different. A little off. Almost the same, but not quite. It wasn’t until today, when the long week of stress and Vampire Diaries brought about an impromptu power nap at around 4:30 that I realized the pillows were still sitting on the dryer.
Tired as I was, walking to the laundry room seemed far too complicated. I’m still not sure of my logic, but at that moment it seemed like far less work to walk into the bedroom for one of our pointless decorative pillows, completely bypass the bed, and trudge back towards an extra-firm sofa riddled with stains for a twenty minute nap. I could spin it and say that deep down, I just wanted to find comfort in the center of our home on a sofa that bends under the weight of memories. But, really, I think I was just delirious.
Well, it is true … warm memories are the most comfortable of all. Happy weekend Jules!
Ha!
My rationale for that ~ exactly what you did ~ is so I can say I NEVER go back to bed in the middle of the day! If you cat-nap on the couch you’ve deftly avoided THAT, counselor! t’s strange for Mom to be in bed in the middle of the day, but on the couch is OK. It’s worked for me for over 20 years!
Have a great weekend!
At least your pillows made it through the wash! My stack of pillows (as high as my waist in the laundry room) has been waiting patiently for at least a year to be taken to the laundromat. Now my quilt needs a trip, too…I always say, one of these Saturdays I’m going to take a book and spend a couple hours at the laundromat. Not this weekend, though. Never this weekend.
I’ve never heard them called toss pillows until about 3 weeks ago. We always call them throw pillows. Toss sounds much more ladylike and a little less angry. :)
Throw pillows! I always call them throw pillows (I think they’re called toss pillows in Canada or England or something) but I could not for the life of me remember what they were called! So, I went Euro, because for some reason that I could remember?? Tired, I’m telling you.
It’s amazing what our exhausted bodies end up doing, isn’t it?
This post just made me smile:). Awesome.