A New Bed

My new bed arrived. But first, I had to make room for it. That meant leaning the old mattress and box springs against the wall, which isn't easy because they weigh about a hundred tons.

Since all of the linens were off the bed anyway, that seemed like the perfect time to wash everything. That took pretty much the entire day.

Once the floor was cleared, I could see the piles of fur and dirt where the head of the bed was. Of course, I had to vacuum and wash the wall. While vacuuming, it made sense to do the rest of the house too.

The carpet still looked a little dirty, so I shampooed it. But I only did half of the carpets. I was running out of time and energy.

And, there is no point in cleaning the carpet and leaving the wood floors dirty. They had to be mopped. And the furniture needed dusting. Had to do that too.

I was also expecting a repairman to fix my oven, so the kitchen had to be cleaned too. Heaven forbid a repairman see how I really live. And just in case he wanted to use the bathroom, that had to be cleaned as well.

The repairman turned out to be a blue-eyed blond woman with a pony tail. It was a pleasant surprise and a good idea. Many women aren't comfortable having strange men come into their homes. Female repair people are less threatening and a good business idea.

Anyway, the sofa slipcovers were also dirty and since I was doing piles of laundry anyway, that got added to the laundry.

Once the bed was set up, I had to put everything back on the bed. Because the delivery men put the mattress and box springs on the bed, I had to pull the mattress back off, so I could put the dust ruffle and electric blanket cord on top of the box springs. Then, the mattress needed to be wrestled back on the bed.

The whole time I was fighting with MacKenzie who refused to get off the bed. Locking her out of the room caused her to cry and howl, which I can't stand to listen to. So, I had to make the bed with her in the bed. At work I do that all of the time, but it is more work. She growled every time I made her move. I growled back.

I'm pleased with the final result, but I'm not sure if I should paint the bed white. What do you think?