That is the question.
Our house has 4 bedrooms upstairs - a nice big master bedroom and 3 other bedrooms that are narrow as hell and can barely fit anything besides a bed and dresser.
Theresa, being a girl, seems to need quadruple the amount of space Stephen needs. His room is a bit crowded but not too bad. Of course half his stuff is with him in D.C. but, then, the same holds true for Theresa. Well except her stuff didn’t leave the state.
Anyhow, she decided she wanted her room to look bigger. This required moving the dresser out of her room and into the guest bedroom. Now if the guest room had been empty, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Not to worry! She had a solution. Naturally I wasn’t told of this solution until after the fact, when she called me to look at the furniture arrangements in both rooms.
“I didn’t know you were moving your dresser out of your room.” This happened over a year ago so I have no recollection of why I wouldn’t have figured that out. She couldn’t have quietly moved the dresser.
“I decided to put it in the guest room.”
I walked over to look in that room. “Uh, I don’t see it in here. Is it invisible?”
“It’s in the closet!” And so it was:
To this day, it is a mystery to me as to how on earth she managed to shove that dresser in the closet. I am about to solve the mystery sometime this week when I plan to move it out of there.
In preparation for the big event of the dresser coming out of the closet, this current guest room dresser needs to be removed from the room:
Now normally I have no problem moving furniture. That was before I got hit with the tennis elbow.It is mostly better but not 100%. It still hurts sometimes. Now I am faced with a dilemma. I don’t want to wait for Frank to get home and help me. I want this done now. But if I attempt to do it by myself and I damage the stupid tendon more, I’m going to have a lot of people pretty angry with me, not to mention that I am not particularly a fan of pain.
You want to know what would really be fun? If I could just open up the upstairs window and shove it out. With my luck, though, it would probably get stuck in the window. I can just picture it - half in, half out, school children and parents all gawking.
Okay, I will wait for Frank to get home. I think…
September 25th, 2007 at 2:06 pm Quote
Hmm….if you take all the drawers out I bet it wouldn’t be too heavy. I can live with things the way they are for a long time but if I decide I need something changed it has to get done NOW. I’ve moved the piano 3 times on my own lately and now the telephone beside it has come unplugged and I really need to move it out and get behind there.
If it gets stuck in the window you can just tell everyone it is art and make them pay to observe your masterpiece.
September 25th, 2007 at 3:43 pm Quote
The drawers were removed long ago. Still too heavy for me to handle on my own under the current wounded tendon conditions. I did, however, come up with an interesting solution since, like you, once I get something in my head, it has to be done NOW.
Stay tuned tomorrow for the fully documented solution…
September 25th, 2007 at 9:02 pm Quote
I have a question for you…
if the kids are in DC.. where exactly is it that you are???
I am in DC ALL the time.
Second thing.. go read my blog.. it will make yesterdays tear jerker much better
September 25th, 2007 at 10:03 pm Quote
I’m in NY. Only 1 kid is in D.C. - Steve. He’s doing his last year of college down there, getting his Masters in May. Theresa’s in her second year of college but here in NY, not too far from Mommy. In a couple of days, you, Kim & Katy will know exactly where I live but I try to keep it somewhat vague on the blog since this is public. Someone might want to kidnap me and lock me in their house like some sort of court jester if they knew where I lived & were able to find me.