Remember how I told you about my busy weekend? And how the weekend culminated with me helping mom rearrange her very heavy bedroom furniture? I mean, super heavy, the night stands have 3′ granite tops and they were the lightest things in the room kinda heavy?
So, that Sunday night I got a call at 9:45 from my mom. I might paraphrase a bit, but below is how the conversation went:
Mom: What time is it? We unplugged all the clocks during the move and I don’t know what time it is.
Mom: Okay, good, I wasn’t sure if it was 8:45 or 9:45. Oh, guess what? We broke the bed when we moved it.
Me: Really? No way!
Mom: I sat down to get ready for bed and it fell apart.
Me: That’s not right! I didn’t notice.
Mom: Me either, but your dad is down in the garage getting some tools. I guess even if we have to put a screw in it, it is still hand carved. No one will know. But I think we need to move the bed.
Me: What do you mean?
Mom: I’m not sure I like this layout.
Me: I don’t understand.
Mom: I wanted the bed over here to get the breeze, but I think the headboard will block it.
Me: I don’t get it.
Mom: We may have to go back to the way it was. You think you might have some time this week…
Me: I don’t know what you are saying.
Mom: (pause) Maybe I can wait for your sister this weekend.
Me: You are living with it for a week!
Mom: Well, we do have to fix the bed – here comes your dad, he’s a sight in his slippers, underwear and tool box! Oh, he doesn’t find this funny, I gotta go…
Disclaimer: Dad, on the off chance you find this blog, I’m hoping that we’ve gotten to the point where you find the story funny! 🙂 xoxo
36 thoughts on “I Don’t Understand”
Hahaha! Your poor dad! Oh and those slider things….hate those…loathe them. I will have to tell you about my heavy desk and the demon sliders that didn’t work sometime! Great post!
Thanks! I was talking to my dad later and told him about the phone conversation mom and I had – he kinda giggled!
Lol! My husband and I have an understanding about furniture. Once it is in one spot…it stays there until we move someday, hahaha. We both HATE moving furniture! It was interesting when we redid the living room and office and had to move the desk and couches! That’s a day we don’t want to relive!
Hahaha… nice strategy! I think I’ll use it when I’m in a bind. LOL!
It seemed to work out well! 🙂
Next time, we want pictures! Ha ha. Hope your dad sees some of the humor in it, though I bet I wouldn’t be laughing about the bed breaking either. Swearing, maybe, but not laughing!
Yeah, he wasn’t a happy camper that night!! He can laugh about it a bit now… until mom mentions wanting to move the furniture back… then he sighs… LOL
Dads fixing things is always hilarious.
It is! I saw him this weekend and told him about the conversation and how mom hung up on me and he laughed. Of course, I didn’t tell him the I blogged about it and now a story of him in his underwear, slippers and toolbox shall forever live in the Internet!
He’ll learn to appreciate it.
You have plans, right? You can come visit me. That’s a good reason to not move furniture. I can make room for you, we’ll move one of the kids to the backyard.
Lol! I called dad today and he agreed with me that we can delay the furniture move. We are celebrating T’s BD tomorrow and we are already scheduled to do tons of yard work for them. I hated to have to move the furniture too cause then it meant that T’s BD party was nothing but work.
I might just show up on your doorstep!
The door to the Madhouse is always open. People are usually too scared to come in, but it’s open.
Oh, and happy bday T!!
I’ll tell him you said so!
Good for you for not running over there to move it again! And then that … what are you saying bit … what a riot!
LOL – thanks!! I was just flabbergasted that she lived with it for 1/3 of the time it took us to move everything before she wanted to move it back!
Of course, I sent an email to the family as we have lots going on this weekend and wanted to make sure we were on the same page about what had to get done – and mom emailed back “don’t forget my bedroom move”. Sigh…
And did you email back “huh, mom? what are you asking me? I don’t know what you’re saying …”
Hehehe. Yes. 🙂
hahaha!!! I love the “playing dumb” act! It’s brilliant!
I thought so! The first time I really wasn’t sure I heard her right, I mean, come on! We had JUST moved everything. After that, I just had to continue with it! My body was aching and I wasn’t giving in!! Lol
If I were you I’d start running like the wind.
No kidding, right?!? I saw mom last night and she’s like “I have a bruise on my knee”. I told her I have the same bruise! Apparently we both move furniture with our knees! I’d at least like my injuries to heal before I have to get them again!
A sight huh – hopefully that is a compliment for dear old dad. Maybe, he’ll fix the bed so your parents can – you know. Sorry for the visual.
Now, try and go to sleep.
Yes, that is an evil laugh you heard.
I hate you right now!
No, you don.t. Relax.
LOL – you crack me up!
That’s the goal.
I suppose this means you have gotten past this then.
pretty much – I can’t get to upset over anything – it’s easier to just joke and laugh it all off. And then make my sister move furniture!
Wise. I could learn from you.
HAAAA HAAA HAAA! That’s an awesome “Did That Just Happen” story!!!!!
Lol, thanks!! It was all just too funny not to share! My mom cracked me up when she finally realized that no matter how she said it I was going to refuse to acknowledge that she wanted me to move the furniture again.