I ordered a set of new sheets recently (on sale) and they came yesterday. Nice sheets. 1000 thread count sheets. I figured it was time I branched out from my “one good set of sheets and two scratchy sets of sheets to use when I’m washing the good sheets” mentality. So, I put them on my bed and enjoyed the luxurious feel of soft sheets.
Since they were new, they had to be broken in.
John helped with that little detail. By throwing up in our bed. He came in around 4:00 this morning because his bed was cold (little wonder, since his diaper had about 4 cups of pee in it, and his blankets were all wet). He stayed in our bed just long enough to start throwing up. I wisked him away into the bathroom, so only the tiniest bit of barf got on my lovely new sheets, but it’s enough.
It’s like telling those sheets “You might be fancy high thread count sheets, baby, but don’t get a big head about it. You’re no better than the rest of us around here, and here’s a little sum’en to prove it to you.” Way to stick it to the new sheets.