It was overcast today. When I got home, I noticed Mom had brought back some new bedding from IKEA. Turns out, she’d torn through her sheets in her sleep last night—which totally makes sense. When I was little and used to share a bed with her, she’d kick around so much that I’d often wake up halfway off the mattress! Because of her active sleeping style, bedsheets have basically become consumables in our house. Even Dad can’t handle her. Long story short, we all sleep in separate beds now. Honestly, Mom goes through sheets like they’re tissues.