Fighting The Urge

I find myself fighting the urge to change Chickster's crib sheet. It has several slobber spots on it and lots of his hair - he's going bald, by the way. I digress. Did I learn nothing from last time? Still, I can't help but think that the laundry gods might smile on me if I were to change it at this point, because I really do feel as if Chickster needs a clean sheet on his bed. Yet I can't bring myself to do it just yet. Maybe I can lie in wait and sneak up on it - you know, get it changed, washed, and even slept on once before the bed-sheet-messing-up-gnomes know what hit them. They should be busy Christmas shopping about now, right?

We will see.