where there’s a will, there’s a way

Sometimes you know it is time for a change.

Yesterday was my day.  After spending another night tiptoeing in the dark, practically afraid to even breathe, and terrified to wake up the Tiny Baby sleeping in our room, I decided enough was enough.  She needs her own spot where she can cry a little in the night without stressing out Mommy and waking up Daddy.  For a couple weeks now, I have been mentioning to Dear Husband that I really wanted this change, and I was kind of hoping he would initiate the move and help me rearrange.  But I don’t think he realized how immediate my need was.

So, yesterday I decided to tackle it on my own.  I rearranged.  I moved Miss 6 and Miss 2 downstairs to the basement.  I carried down both of their beds, all the stuff in their closet, and one of their dressers.

There was no empty room in the basement to move their stuff too, so I had to clean out a room.  I dismantled and relocated a futon, cleaned a closet, found a new home for all kinds of blankets and random closet junk, and carried some bunk beds up the stairs.

There was no place to put the stuff that was in the closet, so I also had to reorganize the pantry, a laundry room closet, and some laundry room shelves.

When I was switching the bunk beds,  I had to carry a twin mattress sized piece of pressed board up the stairs.  If you have ever moved pressed board around, then you know that it is psychotically heavy.

That board was 3 feet across and more than 6 feet long and I am not even 5 feet tall.  I found myself at the bottom of the stairs, leaning this huge board on the first step and staring upwards.   I  thought to myself, “I absolutely have to get that baby out of my room.  That baby has got to learn to sleep through the night.  I can totally do this.  I have to do this!”   Then I started shoving.  I think I poured out about 5 months of frustration into manhandling that thing up the stairs!

My reward?  First, a drink of hot chocolate and a heating pad on my old aching muscles.  Second, Tiny Baby only woke up at 1:30 and 4:30 last night.  Lucky for me, too, because I really needed good sleep after moving all that freaking furniture!