My favorite time of day, by far, is at the very end of it. When I can finally slip into bed and lay my head down on the pillow. Even better is when the sheets are fresh and crisp, a bit cool to the touch, and smell like baby powder (my new all natural laundry soap fragrance). Absolute heaven. I'm usually out in less than a minute.
This is how I justify buying 600 thread count sheets. It's pretty much the only luxurious thing I own. Not counting my Coach purse that I used two gift cards and birthday money to purchase, which promptly fell victim to Gabi spitting Chinese food out of her mouth and staining it. It's impossible to have nice things when there are kids in the house to destroy them.
I've accepted that my furniture is the "kid furniture", that my carpet is only going to get worse, and that anything I want to keep nice, like my treasures from traveling abroad, will have to remain boxed for another 20 years. Yes, 20 years from now I'll finally be able to have nice things. I might even get a white couch just because I can.
But with sheets, it's a different story. They're one of the nice things you can have with kids. The more you wash them, the softer they get. And there might be a few stains from blueberry snacks or marker mishaps, but they're hidden from view under the comforter. What counts is the way the feel when you slide into them after a long day. It is one of the best feelings in the world.
It will be getting even better soon. Gabi just got her very own big girl bed! We have happily co-slept these last three years, but we are now ready to turn the family bed back into a kid free zone. And I'm going to celebrate with new sheets! Wonderful, soft, high thread count sheets.
So with all the sacrifices I make for my family, and all the items I have lost to accidents caused by my husband or child, buying sheets that make me swoon is worth a little budget revamping. It is my guiltless pleasure.
Do you have one?