Comedy of Errors

We decided to stay at the motel and let the floors have as much time to dry as possible. We figured this would be a few days. This also gave me a chance to just hang at the motel and see how things worked. The girls loved it. For the first few days. After that they were ready for some "new normal". Every day when Ada came home from school she would ask, "are we staying at the new house yet?" Every day something would happen that would prevent this from happening.

First we could not find any of the bolts to put any of the beds together. No big deal. We could just put the mattresses on the floor, right. Wrong. For the girls that was fine but for our bed you have to put the bed together first and we didn't want to be moving things on these new floors anymore than we had to. When we finally found the bolts to our bed and Kelly put it together we realized that we needed new shades. The ones that were there didn't go all the way to the bottom of the window and the girls need to go to bed before the sun goes down because they have to get up so early for school (school here starts an hour earlier than back in Monticello). Buying shades and putting them up is no big deal when you have a Menard's right in town. Well, the closest Menard's (or anything like it) is 30 minutes away. I know we could have just dealt with it for one night but why when you have a comfy clean motel fully equipped with working shades. So there went another night.

Finally we were determined to move in. The shades were in place, our bed was put together (the bolts for the girls beds were still in that place that we put them so we wouldn't lose them and now couldn't find them). This was it. No matter what we were sleeping at the new house. Then this happened.

Guess what. A queen size box spring does not fit in a 110 year old stairway. What!! They didn't have standard queen size beds back in the late 1800's. That is crazy. The best part was that Kelly was stuck upstairs. Well maybe not the best part. The only bathroom in the house was also up there and I couldn't get to it. For anyone who knows me, that is not good. I have, what my kids call, a peanut bladder. And when I know I can't go, I really have to go.

Finally after a little pushing, twisting, and trying not to teach the girls any new words we got the box spring unwedged. Kelly went to the motel to pick one of our monthly guests to help us throw it up onto the balcony outside the bathroom and bring it in that way.

We were a little late getting to bed but we did it. We spent our first night in our new home!