I’ve learned my lesson, well actually throughout my life I’ve learned many lessons, like to always cross the street at the designated area, to always change the toilet paper roll when it gets emptied and never leave the house without clean underwear.
But last week I learned something new, never go into my son’s room with the intentions of putting the just washed bedding back on their beds because that’s not what I’ll end up doing.
Sure everything was going smoothly, I’d washed, fluffed and folded the matching minty blue sheet sets and had carried them up to the boys room with the intent of putting them onto their mattresses, but I was thwarted when I realized I had to pull their bunk bed away from the wall to accomplish it. Simple enough, or so I thought!
I yanked on the wooden frame, trying to move that monstrous sucker even a millimeter away from the wall and was rewarded by the sound of glass smashing into a hundred million little jagged, microscopic pieces.
But you see, I’m not a lesser Mom, I am a Wonder Mom in training and thus I had to pull out not only the bunk bed but The Son’s tallboy dresser as well. I had to pick up a million articles of clothing and even more crap that had been stashed there, out of sight, and it took me the entire day to get it done. But it had to be done because all that glass needed to get cleaned up.