So, we’re on vacation at a lovely beach house and we don’t have pillowcases. On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being the worst) my bothered level is about 2. I wish we had some, but not enough to really do anything about it. My husband is probably at 7-8. He used t-shirts to rig pillow cases.
I wonder what this apathy says about me.
Caroline moved from her crib to a big girl bed, but both as still set up so sometimes I let her choose the crib. It has no sheets. I care zero point zero percent.
I would put a towel on the pillow or fold it around. Because are they someone else’s pillows? That I couldn’t do bare faced.
They are someone else’s pillows, but I’m not sure Nate would forgo pillow cases on his own pillows…
My husband would be at a 12.
I think Nate was actually somewhere around 12. But I was trying to keep it in perspective, like, 12 should be reserved for exposure to fatal communicable diseases.
I am weird about pillow cases- actually about anything that touches my face. I didn’t let my husband sleep on my pillow. But if I was on vacation at a lovely beach house, I may just have an extra glass of wine & forget about it.
MOAR WINE.