Not Everyone's Mama

I think I’ve decided I’m going to call and talk to the manager of the furniture store who delivered our beds yesterday.  One of his delivery men was a complete and total jerk.

We paid $25/bed to be delivered and put together.  That was $50.

He called yesterday morning and said he’d be here in an hour.  Pato and I got the king size bed out of our bedroom.  Plenty of room in our room to put our bed.

Might I add here, you know you need a new mattress when you’re carrying the old king size mattress out to the dumpster and it folds completely in half, doubled over itself.  Not too firm anymore. 

I suppose we should have recycled that, but I have no idea where and it was trashed, I wouldn’t donate it to freecycle.  Ok, so I didn’t do my Earth Day part yesterday, it’s a good thing today is Earth Day. No for real though, kind of ashamed now.  The garbage man helped Pato put it in the truck and they smashed it to the size of a pancake.

We still had to get Kat’s futon out of her room.  We figured they could put the bed together in our room while we were doing that.

The guy walks in, asks where the bunk beds are going.  We showed him.  He started going off.

- Look BUD, I called you an hour, you should have this this done.  I don’t have time for this crap. 

I said, we have the king size bed out of our room.  You can put the new one in there while we are taking out the futon.

The kids rooms are small here.  The whole reason we are getting bunk beds.  He started complaining about that. 

- You do know if one of the kids stands up on top of that bed, they are going to wake their heads on the ceiling fan.

(I wish I could type tone out, because he was nasty about it.)

I wanted to say if one of my kids is standing on their bunk bed, they’ll have more than smacking their head ceiling fan to worry about.  Thank you.  They know better.  They are used to Jordan having a bed up in the air.

Then he started complaining about the size of Kat’s room and he wouldn’t have room to put them together in her room – ya di da di da.

The other delivery guy is just sitting there, looking a tad uncomfortable at this point.

They bring in my new bed and start to put it together.

Pato and I had the futon out of Kat’s room in 2 minutes.  About 30 minutes before they were done with my bed.  Though it’s now sitting in my kitchen.  I guess we’re going to make room for it in the living room.

They put the bunk beds together in the parking lot and brought the bottom in, then the guy hollers at me. 

- You didn’t order mattresses for these beds!!!?

Yes, in fact I asked the guy 4 times if that bed came completely with mattresses.  He went out to call the store.  Came back in with the top and said, he can bring them over in his car.  I delivered this part. I’m not coming back.

- And they shorted me 2 bolts for the top side rail of the bed.  It’s laying on top of the bed.  Go in the store.  I’ll leave a baggie with 2 bolts in it.  You can do it yourself. 

I apologized to the second man about not having a lot of room for them to work.  He had offered smiles to us every time they came through.  He told me it didn’t bother him any.  Our apartment was on the 1st floor, not the 3rd.  That makes him happy.

They left.

I went into my room and looked at my new bed, which was awesome.  But noticed that the shelf I had taken off the wall that had all of the kids things they have made me in school and that I had set off to the side had been knocked over and all of their clay pots and birds and everything were scattered all over the floor.  My PSP had been on our dresser.  That was on the floor.  He just left everything where he knocked it over.  I would have moved the shelf over more or completely out of the room if he would have told me it was in his way.

Then Pato told me that when they were taking in the girls’ bed that they hit my 6 ft tall skinny glass curio cabinet filled with my glass and crystal dolphins with the bed.   The nice guy stopped to check to make sure it was all ok.  The other guy said, don’t worry about!  Don’t worry about!  Let’s get this done.

HUH?  Your lucky you didn’t break my curio cabinet.  Or one of my dolphins that my family members have bought me. or one of the things my kids have made me.

I was ticked.

I called the store, not to complain because I was afraid he’d be the one to bring the mattresses back, but to say, bring the bolts with you when you bring the mattresses.  We shouldn’t have to come back and get them and put it together ourselves when we are paying YOU to do it.  They told me they would.  I said, when are you coming with them.  Sometime this afternoon, we don’t know when.

So, I didn’t get to go grocery shopping because I had to sit around and wait for them to bring the rest of the bed.

Not happy.  With them.

But I am mighty happy with my bed.

First day in about 3 years I haven’t woken up with horrible back pain.  That was awesome.  I kind of feel like the princess and the pea it’s up so high.  If I stand on the bed, I can touch the ceiling.

Pato got on me.  Don’t use the side rail to climb in.  Use your make up box for now and we’ll get a stool so you can get in easier.  He was cracking up.  Shut up.  I’m not THAT short.  I’m 5’4”.  Isn’t that like average or something?

The girls were in heaven.  At about 5, I heard them pop the La-La-Lisa cd (that I have up for giveaway BTW) into the DVD player.  When the music was over, there was complete silence.  I went in and looked and they were both asleep in their own beds.  Kat slept through the night. 

Last night I decided that Christiano has to start sleeping in his own bed because ours is so tall. I’m worried he’ll fall out.  We turned it into a toddler bed a couple of weeks ago and have been trying to keep him in it, but it hasn’t worked out so well.  I also decided that I’m ready to wean him.  So, I tried to put him to bed without nursing him.

I sat on the floor beside his bed, trying to rub his back.  He was throwing himself all over the bed, screaming, carrying on.  I’ve never seen him throw a tantrum like that.  It lasted for about 30 minutes until he finally threw himself into my arms and fell asleep.  I wrapped a blanket around him so that he wouldn’t feel me put him down.  He slept there until about 3 AM until he got up and I gave in and nursed him and put him in bed with me.  How weak am I?  I just hate to make the kids cry.  Breaks my weak mommy heart.

I’m going to try to cut out the day feedings today and just get him down to the night feeding and then cut that one out too.  He’s not ready, but I am.  He’s too rambunctious while he’s nursing.  Flipping this way and that, standing on his tippy toes with his head on the bed, doing somersaults, pinching and laughing about it, and my favorite – trying to help himself.  Sorry, you might think these are your boobs, but they aren’t.  They are still attached to my body last time I checked.

If I quite nursing, I could take Lipofuze.  I don’t even know what it is, but I could take it.  Get rid of this booty.  Not really the booty I hate.  It’s the boobs and the tummy. 

On that note, I need to vacuum the living room, empty the dishwasher, sweep, lots of fun stuff.  Then I need to figure out what I’m making for supper because Kat has practice tonight.  Crock pot meal I’m sure.

Have a great day!

P.S. Speaking of soccer – I added some soccer stuff to my cafe press store.  Soccer moms!  Check it out.  There are quite a few I want to order for myself.

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