More Matress Moments
We have 13 people coming to the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree this year, including my brother, our grandparents and The Wedding Date and his two children. As nine of the guests will also be staying overnight, I decided to get a jump on the preparations while The Wedding Date and I were down at Hoopers Island this weekend.
Unfortunately my powers of deductive reasoning aren’t quite what they used to be.
When we arrived, I noticed that the mattress from the old guest room was leaning against the wall, along with the box spring. This is because my grandparents can’t stand each other so we had to get twin beds for them, thus displacing the normal, grown-up sized mattress.
“Those must be meant for the bedroom upstairs,” I announced to The Wedding Date.
My mom, you see, rented a truck several weeks ago and hauled all of the excess furniture and bedding down to Maryland. I figured she left the mattress and box spring in the hall on the ground floor because she couldn’t carry them upstairs by herself so I convinced The Wedding Date to haul everything upstairs with me.
When we went out the shed to get some nails to fix the roof thanks to Hurricane Sandy, I noticed the guest bed’s frame in the corner.
“I bet my mom couldn’t carry this upstairs by herself either,” I surmised. “We should take it upstairs so that everything is all in place for Thanksgiving.”
So we lugged the frame out of the shed, across the yard, over the porch, through the kitchen and up the stairs.
I then texted my mother to ask her where exactly on the second floor she wanted the bed set up.
The futon was meant to go on the second floor.
The mattress and box spring were meant to replace to inferior mattress and box spring in my brother’s room—on the ground floor, just inches away from where they’d been leaning up against the wall—and the futon was meant to be carried from the shed, across the yard, over the porch, through the kitchen and up the stairs. As for the frame? That was meant to stay exactly where my mother had left it: in the shed.
So much for trying to be helpful.
In truth, it only took up about 20 minutes to get everything back where it belonged but The Wedding Date was none too thrilled with me. I’ve decided I need to curb my furniture-moving tendencies for the foreseeable future and seeing as we managed not to break the bed in my room this time around, there won’t be any need to “redecorate” in the first place.
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One Response to “More Matress Moments”
Well,TWD can’t complain, he gets use of a very scenic spot for free as do you 😉 AND it wasn’t nearly as work intensive as packing said truck, covering everything because of course it was raining, and then unpacking it on my own. If two under 35 year olds have any complaints…I don’t want to hear ’em 😉 I appreciated the initiative, even if it was “daunting.”