A homemaker is a gambler.
She gambles every time she makes something new for the family dinner.
She gambles on whether Hubby will throw a fit over her new short hair cut.
She gambles on whether the car will run out of gas before she runs out of errands.
So it’s only natural that when she has incoming house guests, she invites Lady Luck to join her in the linen closet for a game of bluff.
Four of a Kind would be lovely but Two Pair are all I can realistically ask for.
The gamble is finding the right combination of sizes, colors, and pieces that will go onto the correct configuration of beds.
Our large family has no shortage of beds. The girls have twin beds with rolling trundles that pop out when needed and the boys have twin beds that can combine into a king size, and we have a queen size bed that just sort of moves around between rooms.
I really don’t know how that happened.
But she lives here too.
Depending on who our guests are, I may need to take my game up a notch, as the kids donate their rooms for the occasion.
The girls have bedding that is coordinated but comes with an array of unique pillows, stuffed animals, college blankets, clip-on headboard lamps, a couple of candy bar wrappers in the duvet and possibly some pocket change under the mattress.
One daughter always makes her bed. One daughter never makes her bed.
The boys share a room that is completely stripped of toys, trophies, or trinkets. Instead, their room with two beds and two nightstands has a central sacrificial burial mound where a week’s worth of laundry (clean and dirty) mingle with sports equipment, gym bags, school papers, shoes, cell phone chargers, backpacks, and empty gatorade bottles.
When I tell them to clean up they use a skip loader and put it all into the closet.
None of them will use a top sheet, so the fitted sheets get worn to rags and the tops are brand spanking new. The quilts are somewhere in the middle.
My linen closet takes a good beating but we manage to make it work.
I reach in and pull out a king top and a queen bottom. Okay, double or nothing. I grab another blue sheet and two twins and a pillow sham fall out.
I decided to toss all of my dice at once, gut the shelves, and look for the Royal Flush.
I lined up the kings and kept a set in yellow. I hunted down all of the queens. Only the brown set stayed. Because only the brown set had all the pieces. I discovered I had twin bedding for a dozen beds, but only if those beds needed a random top sheet or pillow case. So I stacked matched four piece sets for six twins, tossing out the kickers.
I had to find a blanket and quilt to each set. By now I was surrounded with linens.
Let’s see…two twins equals a king….
“I’ll see your sheet and raise you a bed skirt.”
It was then that I decided to raise the stakes even higher. When your son hits 6’2” and his feet are hanging off the end of his bed, you have to get what they call a twin “long”.
That or buy him nice ski socks.
I had a hot tip on some sheet sets at a discount warehouse, so I went to investigate. I found a lovely 500 thread count Egyptian cotton set marked down by 70%. It’s pink and yellow, but it’s new and it all matches. Maybe it’s a long shot, but no one needs to know if he’s sleeping on flowery sheets, right?
No? Fine. Scratch that.
I shuffled the deck and found one with tiny green seashells. Score!
Turns out, twin “long”s aren’t the popular size, but for us they’re the ace in the hole.
Oh. You’re coming over for the weekend? Suite!
We put jokers on the couch.