Monday, March 19, 2018

Daddy's little helpers

The Ikea delivery truck showed up a little early. We wrangled Holly away from the front door so the delivery team could bring in the boxes. They took the boxes downstairs and left.

Daddy and I went downstairs to stair at the boxes. Somehow our L-shaped couch with the pull-up mattress was stuffed into four boxes. Sure, they were big boxes, but there were just four boxes.

Daddy spent the morning sorting through all the pieces and figuring out the steps. One thing we really liked about the couch was that it had slipcovers. When we pulled everything out of the boxes, I realized we had to iron all those slipcovers. At that moment, I wasn't so happy about that design element. 

When the girls came home, they went downstairs to help Daddy. It didn't take long before Daddy suggested that the girls go upstairs to do their homework. It turned out that their "help" consisted of a bit of work, a bit of bickering and a bit of confusion. 

They did help Daddy here and there during the couch construction. Sometimes they pushed pieces together so Daddy could screw together the two parts. Sometimes they stuffed pillows and put on the slipcovers. It took longer when they helped, but it was fun for them, despite the complaining.

Now when they take friends downstairs, they tell stories about putting the coach together. You would think they built a house given the way they talk about how hard it was and how many hours it took. 

I smiled every time I saw the couch for a few days after it was finished. I also smiled because I realized that we were never going to move that couch. When we sell the house, the couch is going to be part of the deal.

Friday, March 16, 2018

From hospital rooms to the National Junior Honor Society

What a day...


Mom went into the hospital on Wednesday. Her back pain became unbearable. She needed more help than she could get as an outpatient. The doctor proposed a procedure to help relieve her pain. On day three, the procedure was scheduled for 4:00 p.m.


At 3:00 p.m., I arrived at the hospital for the procedure prep. At 4:00 p.m., we were still waiting. At 4:30 p.m., I walked to the nurse's station to as when Mom would be going down to the operating room. 5:00 p.m. came and went. The orderly came by at 5:45 p.m. to transport Mom down for operating prep.


We talked to the surgical nurse, the surgeon, other doctors and other nurses while waiting for Mom to be wheeled into the operating theater. At 6:30 p.m., Mom looked at me and said, "You have to go or you'll be late."


The girls were being inducted into the National Junior Honor Society at 7:00 p.m. I kissed Mom goodbye, made Steve promise to text me immediately with any news and walked quickly to the car.


I made it to the ceremony with a few minutes to spare. I walked into the room and realized Daddy wasn't there. I forgot that he was waiting at home for me so we could drive together. In this case, it worked out that he hadn't let home yet.


When I arrived I saw lots and lots of flowers. It turned out that parents were bringing flowers to their daughters who were being inducted. When I called Daddy to tell him that I was already at school, I asked him to bring flowers.


Daddy arrived with flowers just as the students walked into the room. I sat with my mobile device in my hand. We really tried to put away our devices for school events. In this case, though I just couldn't do it. Mom was in surgery and I was too worried to put away my device.


The text message that Mom's surgery was successful and she was resting came just the girls walked off the stage. The evening ended with good news all around. It was a great way to end a stressful day.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Life in pieces

Now that the basement is about done, we started planning how the room would work. We already had a television and stand, as well as a table and chairs in the basement. What we needed was a couch.

The stairs down to the basement have a very narrow turn at the bottom. We measured a few ways we might get a couch into the basement. We looked a a lot of options from slipper chairs to bean bag chairs to a sleeper coach. The girls really wanted a couch, so we started trying to figure out how to make it work.

The answer, of course, was that the couch had to come in pieces. This meant that we were headed to Ikea. 

One Saturday night, the brunette twin joined us for a couch hunting trip. Armed with room dimensions and a measuring tape, we looked at multiple options. Did we want two love seats? A regular coach? An L-shaped couch? We measured and discussed and analyzed each option. 

Eventually we found a couch that can turn into a double bed. It was pale pink, which met one of the brunette twin's requirements. She wanted a "fun color" couch. It wasn't the bright yellow coach she really wanted, but it wasn't brown, black or grey.

We not only measured the total coach size, we asked about each box. It was one thing to know that the final product would fit. It was another thing to wonder if the boxes themselves would fit down the stairs. 

We left excited about our choice. The brunette twin couldn't wait to tell her sister about our adventure. One more piece was done. Now we just had to wait for the delivery.





Friday, March 9, 2018

One more music contest

Overheard at our house...

Mommy:  "Should we go to the music competition this weekend?"

Daddy:  "Well, since we flew to Orlando to watch them perform, I suppose we should go to the one in the neighborhood."