My mom regularly got after me to make my bed. I never saw the point. I’m wasting my time to make it look neat… for no one, only for me to mess it up the following night. I didn’t see the point then, I don’t see the point now.

So my solution to not getting yelled at. I stopped sleeping under the covers. I just slept on top. For a while, she thought I was making my bed, but eventually I wore out a spot on the top of the comforter. That’s when she figured it out. Then she was made I wasn’t using the blankets for their intended use (to keep someone warm). I as a child, would rather freeze than make the damn bed.