Washing the Sheets

So on my washing machine I have a thing that you can set for a delayed start. I guess you would call it a timer, right? Right. So this morning before I left for work I loaded in the sheets, pillow cases, heavy duty socks and sweat pants. Set the timer to start in either 2 hours, 4 hours or 9 hours. 9 hours it is. I get home, put the wet stuff in the dryer and it comes out dry, just the way that it is supposed to. Now I am attempting to put the sheets on the bed. I think whoever came up with fitted sheets was a real jokester. I worked as a house keeper and changed king sized sheets without a single one of them being fitted. You got it, all flat sheets. Works a lot quicker and easier if you ask me. Especially if you have a bed that rests about 3 inches down on the frame. Fitted sheets are a pain anyhow, besides the fact that it takes a prayer and a small miracle to get them folded, they almost never go on the way they are supposed to, especially after you wash them. Now try this as a solo act. Lifting up the matress 5 or 6 inches, tucking the sheet and the mattress pad corners in and running to the other side only to have the tension of the fabric win the battle and POP! Off comes the corner. It may sound like I can't handle changing the sheets, but I would invite anyone to visit their local Ikea and attempt this stunt. It could be a good Real World/Road Rules Challenge: The Duel event. Sheet Changing Master! Aneesa? Please. Robin? Not a chance! Kina? You wish!