The Making of The Bed: Or Lack There Of….
We have entered our fourth week with the Swede and I have to say, this kid is so well-mannered and speaks such excellent English, it’s as if he has known this country and customs for years. With that being said….the teenager is beginning to emerge. Without fail, every morning, he would make his bed; even arrange the pillows that are in shams. If you asked me where they are now, I would guess under a pile, behind a chair, or in the closet, because I have not seen them in days. In fact, I have not seen the Swede’s comforter in days either. BUT, what I did find, are his jammie bottoms on the bathroom floor, his shorts draped over his chair and one of the two laundry baskets with various articles of clothing in it. In addition, a collection of candy boxes, wrappers and other random items. The teenager trail is marking throughout our house. There are hangers in the closet for their obvious purpose of collecting dust. The shelves are now covered with balled up clothes and I am afraid of what his dresser looks like. The mild mannered Swede is settling in nicely and assuming a full-on 17 year old status.
On a side note, we had taken the Swede down to Wildwood. I was making his bed and foolishly asked if he had enough blankets and would he be warm enough. He paused, looked at me and said, “I’m Swedish” RIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTT. I put the blankets back in the closet. Silly Host Mom.
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