Moving the rooms (Part 1)

If we only had 2 or 3 children, we would have a large house… 7 children and it is feeling like a shoe box… OK OK… it might be a boot box, either way, it isn’t feeling huge.
I decided that I wanted to reshuffle the children, and in my mind it had to be done now; Not tomorrow, or next week… now!
WHAT an idiot I was, I must have been suffering some horrid mental condition that made me oblivious to how hard this was to be! If I had any inkling on what the task entailed I would have just sent one off to boarding school. ;)
The plan was…
Move eldest DS out of the large bedroom into the smallest one
Move middle DS out of the smallest bedroom into the largest room
Move youngest DS out from the room he shares with Miss T, and into the largest one with his brother.
SOUNDS easy, but IMO it sounds easy to keep the house clean, or get all the washing done every day… reality is generally the opposite!

1st I had to get all the stuff out of the big bedroom into the centre of the house, this gave me a false sense of achievement… wasn’t that hard, didn’t take that long.
Then I started with the bed in Mr M’s room…. NEVER EVER EVER get one of those beds with cupboards under it if you plan on moving it… 4 hours… Yes you heard right, 4 hours it took myself and one of my best friends to move it 7 meters! I haven’t seen my friend in weeks, but called her to help me with this impossible task, once I realised there was NO way I could do it alone… not sure if I’m going to win friend of the year LOL
Do you think the bed would fit through the door…? NOOOOO, if we ever build again, I want double doors on EVERY room! (That might have helped.)
We conclude we had to take the bed apart, an axe would have made it a lot quicker, and less frustrating, but we had an Alan key and screwdriver.
The screws were special ones that are easy enough to get in, virtually impossible to get out, I thought a good ‘tap’ might help and it DID come out… pity it came out from the wrong side. Yep I pulled that screw out via a smashed hole, in my defence it wasn’t ever going to come out the way it went in.
We finally got the monstrosity of a bed practically flat packed, and shuffle it to the next room, it was so heavy, I would have found it easier to change a tyre on a 4wheel drive!
We get it IN the room, feeling rather over it, and realise we have to remember how to assemble it back together. That bed is NEVER leaving this room ever…. If we move it will be sold with the house. :)
The bit I broke had to be fixed; we hunted about the house for something, anything to ‘fix’ it. Found some weird tan glue looking stuff in a big tube, and smeared that all over it, not sure it did anything, but it smelt good :)
Finally we got the bed made, and stood back to look at our craftsmanship, to realise it isn’t where I want it! It was our irritation at the bed that gave us the strength to shove it to the correct spot!
The rest of the house looked like a war zone, we had moved stuff everywhere, add to this dust… lots and lots of dust, we could of built sand castles, I have no idea where it all came from… I do clean… honest!
Of course now it was school pick up… I leave the house in an absolute mess knowing I won’t be back till 6pm, Arghhhh