My two eldest boys, the two biggest ones in the house, share the smallest room.
We keep promising that one day we will build an extension for them, to properly stretch out in. But we simply can’t afford it right now.
So they took matters into their own hands. They built an apartment for themselves, well, more a Favela really.
They did not have to make their beds, or take out the trash, pick up wet towels or put the laundry actually inside the basket; instead they set up an entreating area with revolving fan, X-box and soda bar, two bedrooms and a warren of tunnels.
I don’t think they are ever coming home.