I don't want to make my bed.
And every single night, when I come home from work: I am pleased and content to see a made bed.
But you'd think it would get easier, right? It would start becoming automatic? Even flossing is starting to feel automatic (three cheers for a new year's resolution finally embedding into daily life!) but I've been making the bed for almost three years (I think) now - and it does not get one ounce easier each morning.
Over n out, your might-just-have-a-Case-of-the-Mondays-blogger,
The Pig of (semi)Success.