So I finally got a bed for Mum to stay in when she comes to visit. I've had twinges of guilt everytime I pull out the trundle bed, set it up in the lounge room, and look at the spare room full of boxes. It's clear my Mum is high on my priority when boxes of fabric, old toys, my brother's crap*, books, an assortment of art supplies, and my unfolded washing have a better place to stay than said mother.
This is how awesome my mother is, and how bad a daughter I am ;) ...
[Mum] Hey you know how you keep saying you're going to get a bed for the spare room ...
[me]
Yeah, I keep saying that don't I? [Mum] Well how would you like a single bed
[me]
Ah sure... (free stuff is always cool, though moving into 2 bedroom apartment means I'm somewhat more selective)[Mum] You know that spare bed that no one ever sleeps on cos no one ever comes to visit (I'm not included in the 'no one' since I actually claim the spare room with the double bed. Other visitors don't get daughter's privilieges. I'll bring them an air mattress if they want to complaing :))
[me]
Yes...[Mum] well I'm bringing it up on Saturday. Does 8:30am suit you?
[me] ... ah sure[Mum] great, see you then. Oh, and by the way, we are going to your Aunt's on Sunday so can you make a cake. I love you!
[dial tone...]
Well not really, we talked about 5 minutes more before we hung up. And then the wheels kicked in and I realised that I would have to move said crap somewhere and make room for the bed. And oh my goodness, I haven't cleaned that room since I moved in six months ago... if the curtains are anything like the rest of the house, they will try to fight me when I pull them down and stand up and walk away when I finally get them off the windows.
So long story short, I finally got bed in the room after much moving and manouvering. The curtains were disgusting - people who smoke inside should be shot, or at least have to clean the house within an inch of it's life - feral! (Yes, I hate smoking with a passion, and if you've never looked at curtains in a room someone has smoked in, they go yellow and sticky *bleh*. Half my stuff is still in the loungeroom ... though I don't think boxes and easels count as decorating statements. The bed is wedged in there with boxes holding it against the wall in case it tries to flee. I have to sort them out, but that's next weekend's job.
Sunday was nice, mothers day drivers suck, and Mum loved her potted pansies & violas that I did up for her. No store bought present for me this year, I went to effort and potted up a bunch of flowers so she has sunshiny happy flowers outside her window... that will last hopefully longer than plants I tend to grow :( If they last beyond a month at my place, they are generally indestructible! I'm not that bad, apart from the whole forgetting to water them. Lord help me if I got a pet ever again!
* (I found another 2 boxes, after forcing him to cart 7 boxes of his stuff down to the garage when he couldn't fit them in the car last time he visited. I'm holding a 70+ year old silk painting of tigers as ransom. He gets the awesome kitty picture back when he takes back all his crap)
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