My newlywed daughter bragged to me recently that her husband can fold a fitted sheet. Pressing for details I found out that he evidently can fold them where they are laying flat.
… like they just came out of the package.
… making Martha Stewart proud.
I think I hate him (just kidding…)
I’ve seen various videos, blog posts, articles and pictures explaining how to fold a fitted sheet. I once saw a 5 step-by-step diagram of how to fold a fitted sheet on a beautifully laminated bookmark.
Because evidently we worry about that while reading…
As a student and professor of psychology, it is fun to “look back”. Although I didn’t know it at the time, I definitely had OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) as a kid. I’ve given some examples of things I would do to help me feel like I was coping and controlling in class before that made jaws drop. OCD can look different lived out in different people. For me, it meant ordering, organizing, labeling, etc. I had a full-size bed growing up with bright yellow “sunshiny” sheets. I’ve often wondered how that young, OCD Denise dealt with folding fitted sheets. Because you see? I can’t.
Fold fitted sheets I mean. I must have gotten around that by only having one pair of sheets. When laundered, they went right back on the bed.
I’ve come a long way from that OCD Denise. Now some of you who know me WELL are saying to yourselves, “Honey? You’ve still got a long ways to go!”
But to give you an idea about how far I’ve come, look at the fitted sheet I folded this morning straight out of the dryer. As a matter of fact, I have my very own 5 step-by-step instruction guide:
1. Remove from dryer and hold up high to avoid pet fur.
2. Shake to allow dryer sheets to fall to the floor.
3. While holding up high, match corner to corner.
5. Admire work. It ain’t purty. But it’s GOOD ‘NUFF.
Stacked in a linen closet, it does not take up anymore space than one folded perfectly. At least… that’s what I tell myself. You see? I had to learn something. Sometimes you pat yourself on the back, murmur, “Good job!” and go on to something else. It’s “good ’nuff“. The sheets are clean, stacked neatly and await being put in use for the next time I change the sheets out.
Allowing a Fitted Sheet to Rock Your Boat
So when do you determine by reviewing your priorities, when to keep at that “fitted sheet” or when to determine it’s “good ’nuff”? Only YOU can decide.
I’m pursuing a Ph.D. in Psychology. I’m over half-way through and doing well. However, now I’ve reached the detailed statistics phase. And folks? I haven’t had statistics since the 80’s and long before the sophisticated analysis softwares were available. This past week I hit a wall. I mean that both literally and hypothetically. I have been staying up really late reviewing videos and media, reading, Reading and doing more READING, learning SPSS and writing like crazy. As a person who lives with invisible disabilities that include post-concusive syndrome, hearing loss, and Meniere’s disease, I require 8-10 hours of sleep each night just to live a “normal for me” day. I’ve not been getting that. I’m almost cross-eyed with fatigue. So this past week, falling more than usual as a result of that fatigue, I walked into my husband’s home office, showed him a new bruise from hugging a wall with ridiculous and unbridled passion, collapsed on the floor and bawled my eyes out. Do you know what my very wise husband reminded me? “You may not be understanding all of this. Just keep plugging away. By the time your dissertation is complete you will look back on this and realize you are very knowledgeable about your research and understand it well. For now you are doing ‘good enough’ and passing. You don’t need perfection at this stage“. Sometimes we have to “let go” of needing something to be perfect and accept that it is “good ’nuff”.
This past week a lady who has admired Chloe several times sat behind us in church. She leaned up and said something and honestly? I caught about 10% of what she was saying. (In case that doesn’t sink in, I was missing 90% of it <big grin>) I already had my cochlear implant on a special program to utilize the hearing loop in our auditorium. I’m one of the first people to tell folks new to hearing loss, “Don’t fake your way through a conversation“. However, it was obvious she was just saying something about Chloe again. She had a smile on her face, and I was set up to hear through the loop, not someone sitting on my “non CI” side and behind me. So I smiled and nodded my head and turned back to the front. Yup. Poor form on my part. But…
I have learned that if it is important and I responded with a smile inappropriately, someone will respond with a shocked or hurt look, confusion, etc., and I can hasten to explain I wasn’t hearing well. I didn’t see any of that on this lady’s face. She smiled, I smiled, and I determined then and there this “fitted sheet didn’t need to be folded perfectly”. For a few minutes I sat there thinking, “I have no idea what she just said!” I re-analyzed what I saw on her face, her indication of Chloe in a perfect down/stay and sleeping at my feet, a returned smile and decided, “You know? This fitted sheet (conversation) is not folded properly, but it is good ’nuff“! I brought my attention back to the service and felt OK about my decision.
This past Saturday, a fellow client from Fidos For Freedom rolled up to me in her scooter with service dog at her side. She has been with Fidos longer than I have and I consider her a friend and mentor. Another friend of mine and fellow client, Cara, is taking ASL (American Sign Language). She has been practicing her ASL with me during trainings. She is doing great (You rock, girl!). Cara noticed that I was talking to this other client who at times is hard to understand – especially when you have a hearing loss. Cara stopped behind the lady I was talking to and I know she was hesitating to see if she could interpret for me. I wanted this fitted sheet folded perfectly. I said, “I’m not catching what you are saying“. No faking nor presumptions on my part. This fitted sheet needed folded the right way because it was important to me. I love this lady and wanted to “hear” what she was saying. So she got out her little electronic board and began writing. It was what I needed to “hear” too. Cara waited long enough to see if I was “getting it” and then went on her way. I continued to communicate with this lady and left that conversation encouraged and with some great advice. I needed to hear her. I worked to hear her. She worked to communicate with me. Good ’nuff, wasn’t good enough. I needed to communicate 100% effectively with her. So… I did.
Living with invisible disabilities or chronic illness means that YOU have to decide what your priorities are and when to determine a task is “good ’nuff”. Only YOU can determine when you need to make sure something is accomplished to your satisfaction – to your personal standards. There are things you will decide to do that require work. It may mean you use up all of your reserves for the day. If you are into the “spoon theory“, you use every single one of your spoons. There are other things that happen during the day that result in the decision that, “this is good enough”. The worst thing you can do is stubbornly work at folding a fitted sheet that belongs to someone else. Worse, you allow someone else to bully you into re-folding one that you already decided was “good ’nuff”.
Are you one of those (annoying) people who can fold a fitted sheet perfectly? Well:
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5 thoughts on “Folding Fitted Sheets and “Good ‘Nuff””
I LOVED this article from the start and while continuing to read, I nodded my head throughout and then I saw the final cartoon and laughed myself to tears…yes, I struggle with folding things into shape, and yes, my sister is a witch!!! THANK YOU for the perspective and fun! As always. (a Brian Williams reference).
Ah…you are obviously at your best–both snarky and introspective–when you are sleep deprived. Loved this piece and will share!
Great timing with this post! I have so much trouble at times because I want to “fold the perfect fitted sheet”! Just today I was angry with myself for scoring a 91 on a test in the aforementioned ASL class. My rational mind knows that’s ridiculous, but my irrational mind doesn’t. Then, my anxiety kicks up because of the internal struggle. I even looked at all my grades and calculated that I can score a 59 on the final exam and keep an A. Crazy, right?
This is especially silly because I’m taking the class for fun! Can you imagine if I’d decided to go back for my Masters?
You know what’s even more funny? I haven’t changed sheets in months because I don’t want to deal with getting the sheet right! I do what you mentioned…Wash them and put them back on the bed even though I have several sheet sets. Lol
I think I need to tattoo “Good ‘Nuff” on the inside of my eyelids 🙂 Thanks for the reality check!
Well-written, Denise! I am reblogging on LipreadingMom.com. 🙂
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Lipreading Mom note: Denise Portis is a fellow mom with hearing loss whom I greatly admire. Here is her latest post on her popular blog, Hearing Elmo. Hope you learn as much from it as I did.