Moving rooms Part 2; Vacuums suck.

Upon arriving home I was exhausted, I had hoped the magical cleaning fairy had completed the room swaps, and was disappointed to find IMO a worse mess than when I left. I obviously got a visit from our special ‘Mess it up’ fairy!
Kids were very excited, my friend agreed to come back at 6, so we got pizza had a drink, and psyched our self to MOVE stuff!
It really was an effort, as soon as I thought about going down that end of the house, all my energy drained away and I felt like crawling into bed.
Get the vacuum out, start to suck up the sand pit, unfortunately there isn’t just the dust in the air, but smoke also; how dare the vacuum die again! My name should be ‘Kill it’ Not Karma; I have a death power for all electrical things, no matter what brand, or what product, if it runs on power it will die.
After ‘resting’ the vacuum then trying it again (yes I have a death wish) we got more smoke, plus a weird noise coming from the machine, we decide to try the spare one in the garage. After setting it up, I remember why it is a spare one; it doesn’t work! It sounds like a vacuum, looks like a vacuum, but it doesn’t SUCK… vacuums should suck… literally, not metaphorically!
I decide to give up on this idea; I want to get the carpets washed anyway. ;)
We spend forever getting the rest of the debris out of the old room and into the new, organising as we go, the enthusiasm from the kids lasted about 10 minutes and they went missing, preferring to play board games down the other end of the house. Thank god, as they were slowing down a time-consuming process, my plan was to ditch anything I couldn’t find a home for, or was messy, or too little, or paper; their plan was to KEEP the lot no matter what, apparently that bit of screwed up paper with a bit of scribble is their most precious important item in the whole world!
I had made a huge deal to youngest DS about moving rooms and sharing with his brother, so that was the next stage, get his stuff moved in.
ANYTHING after the horror bed was going to be easy, so we attack his cot and dismantle it in no time; we put it back together as a bed. After all he is 3, and he really shouldn’t still be in a cot.
Finally that room is DONE, we call the children but DS is unsure about his ‘bed’, we compromise and remake the cot, with one side missing, and a bed roll rail. He’s pleased, and I’m happy one room is done so a couple of kids can go to bed.
Realising it is after 10pm, my friend and her children go home, and the night just disappears with cleaning, sorting, moving, arranging and thinking WHY did I start this!?

the finished room!!!