Bed Swapping - It happened

If you read back a few posts, you'll know that a bed swapping extravaganza was planned in the Expat household. Namely those of Man-Child and Little Guy. Man-Child's bunk beds headed for Little Guy's room and the double bed going from LG's room to MC's. (You'll need to read previous posts to see why a teeny 7 year old was sleeping in a double bed, while enormous 15 year old was dangling over the sides of a single/twin bed.)

What I may not have mentioned is that the boys' bedrooms are on different floors. Oh, and we have a steep circular staircase between the floors. Moving furniture is typically not a happy event in our house and involves hoisting said pieces high above the bannister in order to get them anywhere. Oh, and we have wall lights cruelly mounted at two key points along the way just for good measure. Professional movers have been known to invoke the Moving Gods when they see their equivalent of the west face of Everest. I was nervous.

And for good reason.

Where to begin.

Well, first me and the Man Child had to have an argument about what was staying and going vis a vis furniture.  His chest of drawers matches the bunk bed so of course, had to go too. Come on. I can't have mis-matched furniture. It wasn't like he wasn't getting another chest of drawers or anything. And why is he so wedded to a chest of drawers that he never touches?? His clothes go from the laundry, to a pile on his chair, to his body, ad infinitum. I'm surprised he even knew he had a chest of drawers.

Then we had another argument  discussion about moving everything else in his room. He wants a black room to which I am not opposed. He has a navy blue rug - Arrrghhh! I think not! The rug will look great in LG's room. MC can have a new one for Pete's sake.

Despite my repeated screams of "Watch the walls" father and son managed to create quite a few new dings. Apparently it doesn't matter because "no one ever comes up here mom". I suppose there is some logic to that, but somehow it doesn't quite work for me.

Ah yes. The piece (don't have a French accente thing) de resistance - the re-assembly of the bunk beds. The wrong way round. Bet you didn't know a top bunk could be the wrong way round did you? Not that it was the end of the world, but it did involve an extra half hour of unscrewing. Then there was the tangle created by having to turn the entire thing round when surrounded by mattresses on the floor which had to be stepped over. God knows how someone wasn't hurt.

And then, when both boys went to bed this evening, they independantly voiced concern about their ability to sleep in their new surroundings.

I confess to a slight coldness on my part. The phrase "Deal with it" had to be pushed back from my lips.

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