I commented the other day in another thread that the county clerks who issue marriage licenses should issue a questionnaire to both members of the couple first. Among other basic questions are
If the answers are too different, no marriage license for you. You’re welcome to co-habit as you will, but the State expects it isn’t gonna last and doesn’t want to have to deal with your divorce later.
Only because my wife does it. Just really pulls the comforter up. If I lived alone, I’d never do it. I never saw the point- who the hell sees your bed? There was some general who made a big fucking ass deal about the importance of making your bed and worked it into his speeches- I think it more of an OCD thing.
I make my bed every morning. I don’t like to get into an unmade bed. AND I use both a bottom and top sheet. Sheets are changed every Saturday. Now that the weather is once again beautiful, I hang most of my laundry outside to dry. I love getting into bed with fresh outdoor sheets.
There’s a fifty/fifty chance, I’m at work right now and I’m pretty sure that it will be made when I get back, definitively it will be made before we go to sleep.
But, from evidence I’ve obtained since I started to work from home most of the week, my wife gets to it at some point but it’s not her immediate priority.
On weekends I do it sometimes, with results that are far worse to hers but have been deemed acceptable after the “bed making wars” period in our early marriage.
Personally I didn’t use to see the point of making the bed (and why do we call it “making”? the bed is already made, we are just arranging it) but as I get older I seem to be getting more strict about those things (when I was about 15 I didn’t saw the point to combing).
So now I like having a nice “made” bed when I got to sleep, but I agree with my wife on it not being a huge priority.
Something I find curious is that both English and Spanish speakers call it “Making” the bed, (“Hacer” la cama in Spanish), I wonder if it was called that in Latin and both languages got it from there?
No idea if it’s made. The Mrs. may have made it, I rarely do.
My cats don’t much like a made-up bed.
It’s their house, so my hands are tied. 
My cats actively sabotage bed making, somehow strange lumps appear when we add a new sheet, that turn out to be cats that we could swear were in another room when we started to make the bed.
Cats have the ability to teleport. Some can walk through walls.
As the only person who uses it, and the only resident of my bedroom, I make my bed the first thing every morning, unless I really have to use the bathroom first. I have purposely made this as easy as possible. The only moveable bedding is a top sheet, and a comforter inside a cover, oh and two pillows. The top sheet and comforter/cover are tucked in at the bottom footboard end, with my version of hospital corners, so they don’t move. Therefore, making the bed consists of straightening the pillowcase on the pillow I used, aligning the two pillows at the head end of the bed, matching up the corner of the top sheet with the corner of the comforter/cover, flipping the sheet and comforter approximately into position, and then do the final tidying at the head end of each side. This takes less than a minute. The pillows are just barely covered; there is a strip of top sheet showing above the comforter at the head end, which I don’t try to fold over, it’s too short.
I only make my bed on the day I change my sheets. My mom used to make me make my bed every day, and I hated it. I was the only one who ever saw it, and it didn’t bug me if it was unmade. A comforter would cover up messy blankets and sheets, but I hate comforters.
Mr. brown has his own bed and he makes it every day. I stopped helping him put clean sheets on his Cal King size bed, because they were never perfectly straight enough to suit him. Nowadays I leave him to do it himself. When he gets into it, he looks a bit like Sheldon Cooper in bed, it’s so neat and straight and perfect.
See my post about the “bed making wars” 
When i make my bed, this is what i do. I don’t tuck in the sides. (Only i don’t tuck in the quilt, and i do fold a bit of top sheet over the top of it )
But nonetheless, it does move. I that’s around a lot when i sleep. Sometimes, rarely, when everything has gotten completely sideways, I’ll retuck the sheet and re-straighten the quilt. But not very often.
I’ve seen the apes in Zoo programs making their beds.
Some are pretty elaborate
Straw or whatever bedding material the Zoo supplies. Then leaves.
Some Apes have their own blankies they curl up in.
So adorable.
What separates us from the Apes and lower primates: they do it for their own comfort. We’re doing it for convention 'cause Mom, CO, boarding school Matron all said "You must!
Then there’s the whole “Neatness counts” thing. It’s the same reason I take the trash out or do the dishes, or clean the toilet.
Not living in clutter and mess, with some amount of hygienic cleanliness soothes your soul and nerves. It’s great for your mental health.
You can do a little experiment (not for children, it don’t work, trust me on this). Next time you’re feeling moody or out-of-sorts go fix your “nest”.
Just clean, floof, shake out and smooth to your hearts content.
I dare you not to feel better.
When Ivy tells me this I wanna punch her in the throat. But it works.
I think the footboard helps a lot, and the bulk of the comforter/cover combination. Also, I find if I have even a couple of inches too little that is tucked in, it tends to creep out every time I pull the covers up to my chin. I’m a very restless sleeper, but when I do it right, those covers don’t move at all between sheet changes.
Lol, different people are different. If doing that stuff made me feel better, instead of feeling like a chore, i would do it regularly.
Oh, ye of little faith
I just use a comforter. So there’s not much bed to be made. But I’ve never bothered with tucking and sorting.
Strangely, though, I like getting into a hotel bed. Sure, I have to kick the sheets out, but it doesn’t bother me that it’s tight to get into the bed.
It’s not the doing, it’s the end product. The doing is just a blur on the way to the result, If you can get yourself to see it that way.
Yes, usually, and it’s me who makes it. Hubster doesn’t give a crap if it’s made or not.
Yeah, it’s not at all the same to me as having a clean work space or living space. I’m not the most anal about those, but I do like tidying them up from time to time because they make me feel better. A bed? Not in the least. Maybe if I hung out in my bedroom, but the instant I’m there for any period of time, it’s to get under the covers and mess up the bed, so what’s the point? To me, it’s insanity. To me. For me. Everyone else do what makes them happy.
Finally, science provides a way for me to sleep on a million dust mite corpses each evening