I was so looking forward to getting into a clean, freshly made bed today. DD (5) became interested when I turned, fluffed and smoothed the feather mattress topper. She looked on while I carefully unwrinkled a fresh fitted sheet. She watched avidly while I painstakingly plumped all six pillows. She even lent a hand while I changed the duvet cover, and listened to all my instructions while we put it on the bed together. We stood back and gazed with pride at our handiwork, soft as a cloud and unruffled as the water on a still lake. Then the little ratbag took a running jump, belly flopped into the middle, and gleefully rolled all over it until every inch resembled a badly flipped pancake. FML. 🙄