Up in my very large room, you can't even see my bed as it's around a corner, but that bit of yellow in the distance is a single trundle bed where Nando sleeps. He's slept there for years as he's adjusted to our family, only three when he came here, wide-eyed, traumatized and frightened, hanging on tightly to his big sister, Sabrina, who he called MeMaw, as she'd been his only parental figure.
Every morning after the kids have gone to school, I return upstairs to make the beds and get myself going for the morning.
Every single night, he and all of my other children adopted from the foster care system, every single one of them, rip their sheets off the beds, tangle them into balls, the blankets or comforters as well. They all dislike pillows with a passion.
Sometimes I find entire mattresses and boxsprings slung on the floor, bed frames get destroyed.
I have no explanation at all. It's just the way it is.
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my brother does this... my kids, all adopted from foster care don't; but then my son thinks sheets are a cool place to hide the crap he steels..
My kids think beds are optional, sleeping on the floor is fine by them. BUT they want their own pillow and blanket. My oldest did stop sleeping on the floor after he found a snake in his room! LOL!
I grew up in foster care and I still do this. Honestly, it's a mystery...I don't even know how I do it exactly.
this looks just like our house every morning, have tried ever incentive known to man kind. and if they wet, it is on only the mattress ugh!
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Around here, ANY place is a cool place to hide stuff isn't it?
It really is just the way it is - no possible explanation.
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