We were going to the Mattresses

Once upon a time I thought it would be a good idea to get bunk beds for the boys. They were still sleeping together and I thought this would be a step in the right direction to slowly separate them. Cole is getting old enough for sleep-overs (GULP!) and Brad might not always be a welcome addition.

So, we owned

2 King sized beds
1 queen sized bed
1 full sized bed

Don't ask, they multiplied in the move. Here I go approaching Keith to purchase not one, but TWO more beds for our home. He searched on Craigslist and found a listing he couldn't pass up. This family was selling an entire room to include:

bunk bed system with desk
shelving system with plastic bins
large floor rug
decorative pillow
curtains
sheets
including two twin sized mattresses

It wasn't a bad deal and he went to check it out. The thought of used mattresses creeped me out a bit, but he said he looked them over and they "looked good" as they were only a year old. We arrange pick up and the first time I saw them I gagged a little in my mouth. I knew immediately they would not be entering my house, but how do I tell Keith in my sweet, sweet, loving, demeanor? I think my face might have said it all, because The Fight of 2010 started right then and there.

I don't think I ever remember seeing Keith as mad as he was (actually I do, but that includes a night at the Gigglin Grizzly in downtown Denver - another time) Furious, Angry, Steaming. Please keep in mind this was right after we moved in and money just flows out of our hands like water. It's a fact of life, moving is expensive. Nothing ever fits the same. Once you bring all your old junk in your new place, you must purchase MORE junk to arrange your old junk differently. Military peeps know what I'm talking bout'

I digress. He just PAID for the set to include the mattresses, and here I am telling him we're going to be buying two NEW mattresses. These things were disgusting. One of them was left in the seller's garage uncovered. It was brown and dusty. He tried to prove to me a little clean up was all it needed by steam cleaning it in my livingroom floor. I swear as I was telling him "no way" a SPIDER crawled out of it! I kid you not! This was the "cleaner" of the two. The second one had a HUGE yellow pee stain on it!

Now, there's lots of times I'm thankful for my father in law, but he earned high rankings when he arrived and helped me talk Keith into getting rid of them. Not only getting it out of my livingroom immediately, but throwing them in the truck and taking them out of town. He was superman that day and saved a family from breaking up... over mattresses.

We set their room up. I threw out the rug, sheets, pillow, and um... mattresses. We basically have the bunk beds. I painted a bookshelf and dresser to finish the room followed by new mattre$ses, new $heets, new mattre$s protectors, and new pillow$. We painted a mural and arranged the rooms. Then I decided we should switch the boys bedroom with the toyroom and we had to move it all over again.

Wow - recalling this story, I'm slightly amazed at Keith's patience with me!

The boys loved their room for about 2 months. Cole just told me he wants his own bedroom. Figures.