You remember that old tale about the princess and the pea? Well, that’s me.

I’m annoyed by anything in my bed. I can’t stand wrinkles in the sheets. I toss and turn over a little crumb or even the tiniest speck of anything. This is especially fun after having SmallChild sleep with me. That kid could just get out of the bath with clean jammies on and somehow she leaves behind dirt or crumbs.

I’m usually pretty cheap but I’ll always spend for really good sheets. At least 600 thread count, Egyptian cotton. I’m telling you it’s soooo worth the extra cost to never have to worry about your sheets getting those horrible little balls.

You should always invest in really good sheets.

And never allow eating in bed. Seriously.

There’s nothing like getting all comfy and smooshy and almost to sleep when you realize there’s something poking you in the hip or shoulder area and you have to move your bulk (well maybe you don’t have bulk :p ) out of the way and smooth out that space. OCD? Maybe.

Although all bets are off when there’s a fella in the bed. For some reason none of the above bothers me when I’m with someone else. Unfortunately the only person in my bed lately has been a 3-year-old with a penchant for Lorna Doones. Do you have any idea how pokey those crumbs are?