It all started with the long, cumbersome expedition of picking up a new but used bedroom set for Kayli. After making several silly assumptions, we realized we should really never again assume anything, even basic previously established facts, when picking up used furniture on a hot, hot, hot day in July with four daughters and two vehicles.
Assumption #1: When picking up furniture, we will be able to retrieve all items from a nice lady's storage unit in a timely and somewhat effortlessly manner. (She neglected to tell us that the queen bed, mattress, dresser and nightstand were located with in a unit which was inside and upstairs and through a winding maze of hallways.)
Assumption #2: Taking furniture out of storage should be easy because after all, "It's all in the front of the unit..." (except for the mattress which was, you guessed it, in the very, very back behind every last box she owned. I guess the responsibility to move and replace every item in the unit in efforts to retrieve the mattress was just a bonus for buying the furniture at such a great deal. And yes, this was all accomplished while also attempting to entertain our girls. I guess our superhuman strength and talent are no longer a secret!)
Assumption #3: When placing furniture in the back of a sinfully large SUV, it will fit! (Well, at least the main pieces fit and we just ended up tying the mattress to the top! Note: The idiocracy of this assumption should be solely absorbed by me (Teresa); no part therein should be attributed to my more-realistic and better half.
Assumption #4: After hoisting an impossibly heavy queen mattress and box spring to the top of a sinfully large SUV, an industrial-grade ratcheting belt should hold it steady until we arrive home safely. (We only had to stop once but the bad news was that the mattress slid off and we had to muster enough strength to hoist it on top once again. And when I say "we" I mean "Bryan." I guess only one of us has superhuman strength!)
Assumption #5: Our children will be the epitome of patience and appreciation while we perform our parental duties of provision. (This was entirely accurate. We have awesome, fun-loving, make-the-best-out-of-it girls who looked after each other during this whole process with the most minimal of correction. This day made me proud of them.)
As a reward for us all, we stopped by Cook Out for some shakes on the way home. Naomi shared the remainder of her sister's chocolate chip shake and basically dressed herself with it for the last 10 minutes of the ride home. (Bryan was thrilled as she was riding in his car which he just had washed the day before.) While she finished donning the remaining chocolate chips, we swung her car door open and left her buckled in the now brownish, gooey seat so we could get the new furniture out of the SUV.
Naomi was as happy as a puppy playing in the mud, and that is sure what she looked like when she was done. We approached her carefully, in case she felt like sharing, and I unbuckled her seat from the car. Bryan took one side and I took the other side and we carried her, still buckled in the seat and grinning ear to ear, over to the hose outside. I didn't realize how easily the chocolate would come off such a messy seat and girl with the jet control on the hose nozzle. She was so excited about being sprayed that we just had to hook up the pool too. And this is how we ended our grand adventure.
Assumption #1: When picking up furniture, we will be able to retrieve all items from a nice lady's storage unit in a timely and somewhat effortlessly manner. (She neglected to tell us that the queen bed, mattress, dresser and nightstand were located with in a unit which was inside and upstairs and through a winding maze of hallways.)
Assumption #2: Taking furniture out of storage should be easy because after all, "It's all in the front of the unit..." (except for the mattress which was, you guessed it, in the very, very back behind every last box she owned. I guess the responsibility to move and replace every item in the unit in efforts to retrieve the mattress was just a bonus for buying the furniture at such a great deal. And yes, this was all accomplished while also attempting to entertain our girls. I guess our superhuman strength and talent are no longer a secret!)
Assumption #3: When placing furniture in the back of a sinfully large SUV, it will fit! (Well, at least the main pieces fit and we just ended up tying the mattress to the top! Note: The idiocracy of this assumption should be solely absorbed by me (Teresa); no part therein should be attributed to my more-realistic and better half
Assumption #4: After hoisting an impossibly heavy queen mattress and box spring to the top of a sinfully large SUV, an industrial-grade ratcheting belt should hold it steady until we arrive home safely. (We only had to stop once but the bad news was that the mattress slid off and we had to muster enough strength to hoist it on top once again. And when I say "we" I mean "Bryan." I guess only one of us has superhuman strength!)
Assumption #5: Our children will be the epitome of patience and appreciation while we perform our parental duties of provision. (This was entirely accurate. We have awesome, fun-loving, make-the-best-out-of-it girls who looked after each other during this whole process with the most minimal of correction. This day made me proud of them.)
As a reward for us all, we stopped by Cook Out for some shakes on the way home. Naomi shared the remainder of her sister's chocolate chip shake and basically dressed herself with it for the last 10 minutes of the ride home. (Bryan was thrilled as she was riding in his car which he just had washed the day before.) While she finished donning the remaining chocolate chips, we swung her car door open and left her buckled in the now brownish, gooey seat so we could get the new furniture out of the SUV.
Naomi was as happy as a puppy playing in the mud, and that is sure what she looked like when she was done. We approached her carefully, in case she felt like sharing, and I unbuckled her seat from the car. Bryan took one side and I took the other side and we carried her, still buckled in the seat and grinning ear to ear, over to the hose outside. I didn't realize how easily the chocolate would come off such a messy seat and girl with the jet control on the hose nozzle. She was so excited about being sprayed that we just had to hook up the pool too. And this is how we ended our grand adventure.
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