Sunday, August 23, 2009
- no pervert, not THAT kind of mattress wrestling, the literal kind.
As I'm sitting making my to-do lists this early evening my mama rings me up and asks for my help. She needs me to come over and move a twin mattress up the two stairwells in the townhouse. She lives a whopping ten minutes away so I set the little man up with my SO and zoom over to be a good daughter.
It turns out my mom had purchased not one bed set, but 2. She is now in possession of 4 beds. Before you ask, 2 of them are set up as a daybed-sectional-sofa like thingy, 1 is her actual bed where she sleeps and 1 was meant for my son's room (side-note: my ex-husband is still my best friend and is roommates with my mom, hence my kiddo has a room in the same house as my mom)
Now you should know my mama is no weakling - she managed one of the sets herself down a flight of stairs entirely. But after rearranging her entire living space, she was a bit tired. The mattress intended for my son's room is UP a flight of stairs and this was my designated task. She wanted to help, but I saw this as a foe to be vanquished and would accept no assistance.
I beat that mattress into submission; I whupped it but good! In fact, I did it pretty easily, which only heightened the sweet taste of victory. I love how useful my newly developing muscles are! Jess - 1; Twin Mattress - 0
When I returned home from battle, the boy child ran up to me and said "I drank a yucky milk and it was GREEN" He seemed inordinately pleased by trying sour milk...
Forgot to clean out the fridge this weekend...whoops...Sippy cup - 1; Jess - 0