I have six throw pillows in our great room. Four on the couch and two on the love seat. They are different and they compliment each other; I like to have them arranged a certain way, but I'm not stressed if they're not. They are often thrown on the wrong couch or the floor or heaped up in a jumble. I now know why my mother refused to have them. They look cute for a few hours if I fluff them up before I go to bed, but by morning scripture time they are a mess. I just fix them from time to time throughout the day or leave them as they are. Last night we discovered that Estelle, who has been struggling emotionally, has just kicked it up a notch. I have been feeling very helpless as to how to help her. She doesn't really want to talk to me and is often rude to me. We have been considering counseling and this event just confirmed the need for it. I hate watching my kids struggle so much! Destry and I were talking to some of the kids while Estelle was in the shower. We wer