Fitted Sheets & The Human Genome ProjectPosted: January 2, 2012 Filed under: children, motherhood, parenting, stay at home mom, writing | Tags: Bed sheet, Genetics, humor, Motherhood, Parenting 9 Comments
My parents raised me to believe that I could do anything I set my mind to. As it turns out, however, this is not true. In reality, there are lots of things I can’t do. A few that spring to mind are: the splits (Chinese or regular); making out the hidden image embedded in one of those 3-D art posters; and properly folding a fitted sheet. Since I am neither a member of Cirque-du-Soleil nor a collector of 1990’s mall art, the first two don’t cause me much consternation. But as the keeper-of-linens in my house, it really chaps my ass that I can’t fold a fitted sheet no matter how hard I try. And believe me, I’ve tried.
In an effort to shield my delicate ego from this particular failing, I have developed a hypothesis that allows me to absolve myself of any responsibility for it. I have concluded that the ability to fold a fitted sheet is a genetic – something as out of my control as the color of my eyes or being able to roll my tongue into a hot dog. One can either do it, or not. No amount of practicing is going to help. Have you ever seen someone who doesn’t have the gene try to hot-dog their tongue? It’s just sad (and by sad, I mean hilarious). It’s the same with fitted sheets.
As with so many of my shortcomings, it is comforting when I can deflect responsibility and blame my inferior genetic wellspring (and by inferior genetic wellspring, I mean my Mom and Dad). My mother, who theoretically is responsible for at least half of my genetic material, can force a fitted sheet into a crisp, perfect rectangle just by giving it a stern look. She is the Darth Vader of folding fitted sheets. So obviously my problem can’t be her fault. My defect must come from my father who, as far as I know, has never even attempted fold a sheet -fitted or otherwise. This scientifically (and by scientifically, I mean arbitrarily) proves my hypothesis that the FFS (folding fitted sheet) gene must be recessive, passed down through the father’s side. Kind of like baldness is on the mother’s side.
If you have been genetically blessed with the FFS gene, you are probably thinking that I just haven’t tried hard enough. Or that I’ve just never had someone teach me how to do it. But I assure you this is not the case. I’ve been given at least a dozen lessons by my mother, plus I’ve watched countless helpful women on YouTube (and by helpful women on You Tube, I mean pretentious ninnies) who make me feel bad about myself by suggesting ‘it’s so simple everyone can do it!’ in their upbeat voices as they swish, flatten, and press their fitted sheets into folded perfection. Dutifully, I follow each step. But in the end, my sheet looks like something I’m using to smuggle contraband into the linen closet (and by contraband, I mean my pride).
But now I don’t have to feel bad about myself anymore. Knowing (and by knowing, I mean blinding believing) that properly folding a fitted sheet is a genetic trait, takes away all the guilt and shame that I’ve felt for years. And now when I open the door to my linen closet and it looks like a three-fingered pirate wrapped his booty in old sheets and stored it in there for safe-keeping, I am comforted by the fact that it isn’t my fault. After all, I am only a collection cells encoded with pre-determined genetic material. In other words, I am only human (and by human, I mean a superior being capable of rationalization). (And by a superior being capable of rationalization, I mean a person willing to believe my own bullshit.)
I am sure I look like a fool at the laundromat, with short arms this task probably looks more graceful if a chimp was doing it…or Chris Farley…yeah I probably look like that.
“Fat man in a little coat…” Ah, the memories!
Oh my gosh I was just thinking about this yesterday, as I was wadding up my fitted sheets. I have even tried watching Martha on YouTube…to no avail. I’ve tried blaming it on fitted sheets being so much “deeper” now… yeah, that’s it.
It must be time for a visit to organize that linen closet again. Love you Mom keep writing you are the best
Next time you are back home, I will be HAPPY to teach you how to ffs. (but if FE couldn’t do it MG may have a hard time) XO,M
This post makes me feel better too.
[…] so I just love that there is a tutorial out there for people like me. Although, After reading Jill’s post, I am thinking I may just be predisposed to never folding fitted sheets correctly. At least now I […]
This post totally makes me feel better. Although I’ve seen on Pinterest that there are indeed tutorials out there on this various topic, as much as it chaps my ass too that I’m incompetent at it, I’m not sure I care enough about the perfectly-folded fitted sheet to sit down and watch one.
Love, love, love this!!!