Sleeping in the residing room

Sleeping in the residing room

I grew up with five siblings in a single parent home.

My Dad did a good job of raising us plus learned weird ways to get by as a single mom. She was easily creative plus found ways to save cash so that my pal and I could live a comfortable life. She clipped coupons plus saved on our groceries, she passed clothing down from sibling to sibling, plus she believed in the basics, especially when it came to dwelling appliances. My friend and I never had overpriced cooling systems in our homes. My friend and I lived in a easily hot part of the country, however my pal and I still made it by. My Dad had her ways to keep us easily comfortable without the air conditioning units. For example, she always had chilly lemonade available for us to drink on hot afternoons. She also always had fans running to keep cool air circulating. Finally, her best trick was that my pal and I slept downstairs on the entirely hot evenings. Since heat rises, our second floor was always unbearably hot. It was hard to sleep comfortably because my pal and I would wake up in bad evening sweats. On the other hand, the first floor of our apartment was always cool at evening. My friend and I would set up blankets on the floor plus sleep together. My friend and I would stay up late plus hang out together. I remember my Dad would try to hush us plus try to make us sleep, however my pal and I were having too much fun. It was like a pressing sleepover. Those were some of the best childhood memories that my siblings plus I share.

 

 

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