Matt and I had originally chosen the smaller room for Maddie because:
1. We live in a 3 story house (our bedroom is on the top floor) and her bedroom on the 2nd floor was right at the bottom of our stairs.
2. We wanted to keep her in the bedroom away from the bathroom so that if we did have guests and they flushed in the middle of the night, it wouldn't wake her up.
3. He bedroom was away from the staircase leading downstairs and we wanted to encourage her to come up to us and not downstairs on her own.
We agreed to move her over because:
1. We rarely have houseguests and Maddie sleeps like a log so nobody is going to wake her if she doesn't want to be woken.
2. Maddie usually comes up to get us when she gets up in the morning because she doesn't like being downstairs by herself. Occassionly she meanders downstairs on her own, fires up the MacBook Pro and grooves on the the Nick Jr. website, where she will sit quietly until we hear the music and freak out, but not normally. You think I'm kidding, don't you.....
3. Her current room is squashed full of stuff and there is nothing she is ready to part with (okay in fairness I did 'lose' a couple of items today).
So, one more item checked off my 25 Things List and one step closer to that charming insance asylum in the next village over. I must be a glutton for punishment, because it was akin to ripping all your teeth out one by one and putting them back in another sore and bleeding mouth socket the whole time wondering why the hell you would do something so stupid. Sorry for the rotten visual, but you really need to know how bad it was.
We started at 9am and, well if I am being honest, are still not completely finished. The rooms are swapped over so I can cross it off my list, but the new guest room I've started calling 'Little Beruit'. It started off quite merrily - Maddie was really excited to 'move' and really wanted to 'help'.....for about 25 minutes. Then she really just wanted to spread out all of her toys and 'play', while I heaved heavy furniture through doorways.
I got stuck at least 9 times in uncomfortable positions between door frames and heavy objects - each time injuring a part of my body in a new creative place and loosening my grip on my normally feminist initiative. I started muttering things like:
1. Where is your father? (on the beach in Cyprus)
2. Women weren't cut out for this! (gasp)
3. Where is a strong man when you really need him? (shudder)
4. Maddie - I know you're 3, but man-up and hoist a bit higher on your end! (seriously)
We got about half way through and I was going to call it a day because Maddie was starting to re-assess her loving feelings towards me and I was tempted to:
1. Find a cold beer
2. Drink it
3. At noon on a Wednesday
Because there was no cold/warm/hot beer in our house (and Matt would skin me alive if I broke open his bottle of Private Stock), we took a lunch break instead. We got some freash air and took the dog out for a walk then came back and finished getting everything organized in Maddie's new room. I managed to get all of the heavy furniture moved by myself with the exception of Maddie's bed. It needed to be taken apart and could I find the alan key I needed to do that one little last task - could I, could I, could I? I was almost resigned to letting her sleep on the queen size guest bed that was already in her room, but didn't want her getting used to it (the child LOVES a big bed). Fortunately I found the desired tool and (with Maddie's help of course) took apart her bed and moved it.
As we speak Princess Madison is asleep in her new room and thankfully has decided she likes it (like it would matter at this point - I would rather shave my eyebrows off than move her again).
She has decided she wants it painted yellow and I have decided that I will be waiting until she goes back to school before undertaking that little job. Actually - I might be waiting for Matt to come to undertake that one for me!
Kittyn ;p
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you are one motivated Kittyn!!! all I can do is chase Lily Ruth around (finger-sweeping out her mouth every two seconds) and bitch about how cranky I am. where are you finding your inspiration?
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