How many of you men, change beds, duvets etc.??

I have just done mine here and its hot and humid and would like a hand to put the sheet on the bed.

Tell me, can i dream of a man in the future who will change the bed - or is it all up to me to get myself all wrapped up in this crap so mr man can sleep well at night.

I asked a boyfiend once to do it, he fuc_ked it up. Put the sheet on upside down - the mattress was cut in two - head and legs up in the air - it will stretch.

Next - pillow cases. Started him off slowly before the big attack of the duvet. No comment.

Then comes the biggy - the duvet cover. This guy had been mothered and spoiled by his mother, ex girlfriend and me in a way. So, one morning i said its your turn to do the duvet cover. Here it is. I'm off to work....

Came home, the thing looked like some sort of earthworm or thing about to give birth into a beautiful butterfly. And it was inside out.

And they think romance can last.... When we split up at least he could make a bed.

Changing beds is easy.

My other one is only a taxi ride away.

(That's not actually true, just drunk again and couldn't resist)

My wife orders me to do it.

I'm a little bit longer than her so it;s my job.

Pasty, Just PM me if you need someone else to change your sheets.

Why would I need to do this? I don't shave my legs in bed. And anyways I love your musky aroma.....

I'm a little bit longer than her so it;s my job.

This is true, loner arms can reach inside to grab the corners ect.

Joking aside, making the bed is easy. It's all about folding underneath properly so that the sheets don't move to much.

Yeah but can you repair a car?? JFYI this is a complete generalization.. My current wife could hardly cook when I met her so I did 95% of the cooking, I also showed her how to clean the bathroom, kitchen and entire house properly and actually cleaned the bathroom in the hospital where she gave birth to our second child while she was in labor(long story for another day and thread but it was necessary).

I do most of the laundry, tend to our boys which also includes all of their illnesses and home school them as well and then repair the car, the house, the plumbing and finally make the bed if need be, which I also taught her to do properly as well, would this be enough to satisfy a contemporary western woman?

Too bad, you already had your chance now I'm taken and finally appreciated!! lest I forget my wife says I'm handsum man too...Be nice now, she was a village girl from a small village in China before coming here..

P.S. nice pussy you got there Patsy....Maybe I'll post mine up some day...

myself and the wife do it together.

having dated a nurse for several years back in the u.k. i got first hand tuition on the subject. the only problem is not to get to distracted whilst changing the bed, about what could be happening under the sheets. one of those spur of the moment kind of things.

Changing a duvet cover is not done the same way a pillow is put into a pillow slip. I find that the easiest way is to turn the cover inside out, then reach in and put your hands in the two bottom corners and have the cover all bunched up on your arms. You then grap the two bottom corners of the duvet through the cover and flick your elbows so the cover starts to go over the duvet. A bit of a shake and most of the cover will end up over the duvet. A simple matter to pull it the rest of the way up.

The best way is to buy your duvet covers from Ikea. They have small holes at both sides of the top of the cover. You just feed the top ears of the duvet into the holes and give it a good shake. It drops into the rest of the cover automatically.

Don't make beds, can't mend cars, don't know a 'u' bend from a 'y' can't you do that, irons, hoovers, duvet covers, just about too many bovvers.

But Jude painted his first picture today and asked me to take it to work, I guess I get by.

Jeez, and there i thought that men cannot do it. Well the men I have known, couldn't or perhaps couldn't be bovvered. The Ikea ones sound interesting.

Trust you mosss to add to this with your heart melting chocolaty first picture painting reply!!! How is Jude?

Last time i saw him, you had posted a pic of him up side down in an Irish rugby shirt.... Methinks.

Now i shall go and try to embed a song!!! Shees, i had to print out sbk's one line instructions!!! Just so i get it right.

Getting used to this new fangled forum. Don't matter the format it's the people that count.

please, please, can people just stop using the "IKEA" word.

it brings back such painfull memories!

My mum bought me a IKEA starter kit when i left home.

Consisted of 6 knives, spoons, forks etc. 6 plates and mugs. We still have some of those same objects 25 years later. Sturdy.

My dad got me a cork screw - which is still working. No wastage in the Patsy family!!

I'm single. I do all my own laundry and ironing. I do my own cooking and yard work. And, yes I do change my sheets, and make the bed every day.

I thought you were talking about changing a mattress for a newer one. I spent $1000 on a good mattress 15 years ago and I'm still sleeping on the same one.

duvet? WTH would I want a duvet?

Sheets, yes dh can do it, and does it right but then I am not fussed with top sheets (I have mine, he has a thin blanket, neither of us snuggle underneath). I do have a bedcover I put on the bed to keep the dust and dirt off but its a simple large piece of fabric, I had a nice Indian one someone brought over for me but it went the way of most long used cotton products in this country.

Ironing is against my religion but I will iron every once in a great while. I cooked for years but don't do so much anymore, its no longer enjoyable. The cook cooks and does it very well. She does the dishes too. I do the laundry, don't like other people messing around with my undies.

Hubby fixes the car. I make brownies. It seems a fair trade off to me.

I don't see the need to make household chores a battle unless one person doesn't pull their weight. We started doing household chores quite young, as my mom said, "We all live in this house together, we can all take care of it together."

I live alone, so i change the bed myself, do my laundry myself (and have done for years) - however i draw the line at Ironing, I'd much prefer to pay someone to Iron my shirts! I guess that's a throw back from my chef'ing days, those chef whites are a biatch to Iron and my mum refused point blank to do them for me...

I used to clean my own place as well, but as i changed apartments and got bigger places, i just couldn't be arsed in the end, so i now employ a maid to come clean once a week, im not a dirty person (well not in *that* way) and generally clean up after myself as i go along, so really my maid just has to do my ironing, sweep and mop the floors and give everything a wipe down.

I dont mind changing bed sheets. Its one of those tasks i find fairly easy (especially as my duvet cover has ribbon inside to tie to the duvet (which also has little ribbons. Makes it so easy).

In a relationship i dont mind being the one that does the majority of the household stuff, but, if i cant do something or need help i do expect (so long as he can do it that is) help. Even just making an effort is appreciated. Such as bringing anything into the kitchen that needs washing up. That makes me feel like im not being taken for granted. The only thing that caused occasional run ins in my last long term relationship was if dirty clothes werent put in the laundry. My ex had a habit of taking off his socks and forgetting he tossed them into some random corner of the room, only for me to find them some time later. Hated picking up grotty smelly socks off the floor. Picking up after someone in that way made me feel like a maid.

My only main criteria is feeling appreciated. That doesnt mean i need to be thanked left right and centre. Even something as simple as a kiss on the cheek when washing up can make it all worthwhile.

I live alone, so i change the bed myself, do my laundry myself (and have done for years) - however i draw the line at Ironing, I'd much prefer to pay someone to Iron my shirts! I guess that's a throw back from my chef'ing days, those chef whites are a biatch to Iron and my mum refused point blank to do them for me...

I used to clean my own place as well, but as i changed apartments and got bigger places, i just couldn't be arsed in the end, so i now employ a maid to come clean once a week, im not a dirty person (well not in *that* way) and generally clean up after myself as i go along, so really my maid just has to do my ironing, sweep and mop the floors and give everything a wipe down.

I hate ironing. In that respect, I like winter because I only have to iron the front 4 inches of my shirt.....a jacket covers the rest.

If you came and did my washing up Ekk, i'd give you a kiss on the cheek

I married one of those educated types that graduated with a 3.93 from Chula but doesn't know how to make a bed, empty rubbish bins, sweep up her dam_n hair.

In her defense, she can tell me the history of the pillow while i change the sheets.

If you came and did my washing up Ekk, i'd give you a kiss on the cheek

Doesnt work like that for friends Wolfie

bkkjames..i think most of us women here are those "educated types", but most still clean up after ourselves. I went to a school abroad and have a degree with honours, but im still the only one that picks up my hair. Not that i mean your wife should! I just mean you can be educated and still know how to clean..just as you can also be uneducated and unable to. In the end it comes down to what makes both couples happy. Thats all that really matters.

I keep my home reasonably clean, but my worst problem is I'm too much of a packrat and I hate throwing out anything that I might need some day. I guess I came from the old school where waste was not acceptable and you ate everything on your plate. And, we used everything we bought until it was too worn out to work anymore. I can still fit in my 20 year old suits (2) but I never go anywhere that I need a suit anymore. My kids will probably just bury me in the dark blue one if I'm around here when it happens. Actually, I'd prefer it if someone just rolled me into the ocean and let the crabs clean my corpse.

If you came and did my washing up Ekk, i'd give you a kiss on the cheek

Doesnt work like that for friends Wolfie

Well you aint getting anything more than a kiss on the cheek!

Maybe I just meet the wrong type of man!!

When I went on holiday to Kenya a few years ago with my family, my ex came to stay in my place to cat sit.

When I got home, after a gruelling 20 hour journey with an ill mum, I could have guessed each meal he had eaten over the two week period by the state of the cooker. Also the place stank of weed. It took me 3 days to clear up and air the place and find where he had hidden (or put away) cups, coffee machine etc.

I had a hissy fit.

He hasn't been invited back...

I am not a meticulously clean person, but as long as my place looks clean and smells clean then it's ok.

I also hate ironing with a vengence. But once I get into it and get it done I feel a sort of serenity overcomes me. Just cos' I know I don't have to do it again for a very long time!!!

Omg Patsy, i dont blame you for having a hissy fit. Thats way out of order!

on the mornings when I don't work I watch silently as my comely Hanoi hotel maid makes up the bed...I gave her a nice, recently purchased avocado once in appreciation of her efforts...

I've seen diagrams on how to make a bed..........just to make sure the cleaner does it right

I hate ironing so much that it can take me a week to iron a shirt. Mind you I do know how to do a proper job. My Mum used to be an in-store demonstrator for electrical stuff and she taught me the 'proper' way to iron stuff.

I'm sure had I ever requested it, that Mr boo could have worked his way around a duvet cover but as I am in charge of laundry/ironing in the Boo household he has never needed to. He's in charge of washing up & bins

I do it the same as Harcout, turn the cover inside out, then grab the two corners of the duvet & shake. I was using a duvet from November right up to the end of March in Samui, got a bit sweaty after 10am but apart from that totally manageable without aircon.

on the mornings when I don't work I watch silently as my comely Hanoi hotel maid makes up the bed...I gave her a nice, recently purchased avocado once in appreciation of her efforts...

Is 'giving someone an avocado' some sort of American euphemism?