Every Time Except For When I Don't

I'm a big fan of making the beds. As in, I make the bed every single day. 

At least every single day except for the rare occasions when I don't on purpose. 

Because sometimes on the weekends, we all pile in the bed when the boys get up and pretend to sleep, read books, play games, and occasionally watch Mickey on the iPad. 

And then sometimes we take cars up there in the afternoon and get in the "tent." Micah is obsessed with tents. 

And that's more important than how pretty a made bed is some days. 

Homes are for living in, not for showing off.