The house is ALMOST ready to go on the market. The last three bedrooms are to be painted and carpeted. What does this mean to someone that doesn't like change? It means my teenage girls have to pack all their frippery (sounds better than crap)into boxes and give up their queen sized beds for smaller, more visually friendly beds. My house has to look like the average family lives here. Not my jumbo, stacked to the ceiling family. My younger sons have already given up their loft bed and are currently sleeping on a camping cot. Hey, it's a tiny room. The girls will have to sleep on full sized beds, or, gasp...a single!
The tragedy is that the Big Guy and I have to give up our soft sided king sized water bed. I am devastated! It is the closest thing to sleeping on a cloud. It is roomy enough for me to escape Big Guy's clutches, if I so wish to, and it is a padded playground otherwise. It is my haven, and because it is too big for our room, it must be packed away,along with the headboard and foot board (it's a sleigh bed and it's big and beautiful) and a queen must replace it.
If only people could see past the giant beds and all our paraphernalia and see that they must buy my house for top dollar. Heck, their mess will fit in here if ours does!
There is also the humiliation of purging closets and drawers. I actually found nausea medicine that I took when I was pregnant with my now 15 year old. Uh, I think it expired in the last century. I might actually have located Jimmy Hoffa too.
I hate that my life can so rudely be put in boxes. I hate that I can't have my 'piles' anymore. I can find things in the piles, I can't find them in boxes!!! I have to live like this for 6 months. I was hunting for my camera battery charger for three days, only to have my husband say, "Oh, I put it in my bottom drawer." I have to do a search and rescue for my Big Sexxy hairspray. I HAVE to have my hairspray!
The good news is, the building permit has cleared and they were able to work on the lot for 1/2 a day before it rained. We are in a severely exceptional drought. So of course it would rain. It rained two inches that day and will do the same tonight. I am so glad to have contributed the voodoo to get this drought over with. That's OK. We need water more than I need my house built on time. Really. It is just kind of ironic.Talk about feeling guilty.
But in the meantime... I'm really gonna miss my waterbed.
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Did you have the motionless water bed or the wavey waterbed? I grew up sleeping on waterbeds..really! You just gave me a sweet pic of nostalgia. :)
Hairspray in hand and you'll be fine! Post some pics!
It was the motionless...well, sometimes.
Actually it was the most beautiful sleigh bed you ever saw. It was a waterbed in disguise.
Sleeping on this rock totally bites!
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