'No going back now!' I chuckled to myself as I blocked out all hint of wall colour with the off white paint we had chosen.
She also decided to alter the layout of her room - again. This happens on a regular basis and my husband and I sometimes comply but mostly talk her out of it for logistical reasons. This time she wanted to lose a set of cubes and drawers that were taking up too much space.
When my husband came home from work, he lifted said item of furniture and struggled down three flights of stairs to store it in the basement. There was a lot of huffing and loud exhaling similar to professional weight-lifters before they lift and snatch or whatever its called.
Proud of my day's achievement I opened her bedroom door with a 'Ta Da!'
'What do you think?' I asked her enthusiastically.
'It's a bit bland.' She replied looking more than disappointed.
'It's lovely,' I replied defensively. 'It's not bland, it's classical. I love it!'
She remained unconvinced and by bedtime was asking for the cubes back as she had no surfaces left for her hairbrush. Thinking of the enormous energy my husband had expended taking that thing downstairs with the help of gravity, I was not about to ask him to lug it back to appease our child.
Today I will venture down to the basement instead, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll drag that piece of furniture back upstairs if it kills me.
Tomorrow's blog may be written from the peace and solitude of a hospital bed...
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