posted by Evi on Nov 6
Well, Bill finally got his way and this past Sunday morning the bedroom fun began. No – not what you’re thinking. I’m talking about moving the furniture around.
“It’ll only take 15 minutes,” he said. Sure, tell me another one, I thought.
“We’ll move the bookcases across the room to the other wall, move the bed to this wall. . .”
Bookcases?!? Did he have any idea what moving the bookcases entailed? I mean, I arranged everything on those shelves by category not too long ago. Did he think I was going to start all over again?
I guess so, because there I was pulling books and piling them on the floor in stacks trying to keep them together in some semblance of order. Smoochie Cat was running around the room exploring books and all the other stuff now laying about on the floor, just getting under foot in general. I finally shut him in the closet so he wouldn’t get crushed by falling furniture.
About three hours later -15 minutes, my ass – after pushing, pulling and lifting, everything was in its new place. Actually, it didn’t look half bad. The room appeared twice its size and I even had a little office area next to a window which was really kind of neat.
But now another problem arose. Next to my side of the bed sat Bill’s armoire, which meant he’d be waking me at 4:00 every morning scrounging around in there getting ready for work. And even worse than that, I would lose the window near my side which came in handy for an afternoon of reading in bed. What to do, what to do?
“Why can’t we just change sides,” he suggested.
“But I always sleep on this side.” Me.
“So try it out. It can’t hurt.” Him.
“Oh, alright, if it means keeping the window.” Me.
We turned the mattress around and that night I slept on – what to me – is the wrong side of the bed. Well, turned out Bill tossed and turned all night while I slept like a baby.
I’m getting used to the room now and actually love it – especially my little office corner. I have to hand it to Bill though; he’s a better interior designer and decorator than I’ll ever be. Actually, I kind of suck at it.
My only problem now is, when looking for clothes to wear, I end up turning around and around in circles trying to remember where my dresser is.
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