It was that
winter when our three sons were still living at home and all were attempting to
compete with Yeti in the hairy face/huge feet department. For some reason they
had ended in a heap of elbows and knees on our bed to watch Monday night football
on the tiny portable television.
I was finishing
up some chores in the kitchen when Beavis burst into the room soaking wet. It seems our old waterbed wasn’t made for three
man tag team wrestling. Butthead and Bobert weren’t as soaked as their younger
brother, probably because they hadn’t been on the bottom of the heap when the
bed erupted.
The sodden bedding
was pulled off and it looked like the waterbed was due to become history along
with the Berlin Wall and the Exxon Valdez.
DH and I slept on sofas that night.
I put another
load of blankets in the washer before I left for work the next morning. DH and the boys were all on Christmas break and promised they’d take care of the bed problem while I was gone.
I returned that
evening to find DH had purchased a brand new box springs and mattress. It was all
made up with fresh bedding in our bedroom.
Bobert had
repaired and taken possession of the waterbed.
This meant he had to move his new acquisition down the stairs in pieces and fill it after he'd cleaned and cleared a space out in the debris of his room.
Beavis laid
claim to Bobert’s old double bed to replace the twin bed he’d been sleeping on.
So he had clean sheets and a cleaner room as well.
Butthead had commandeered
Beavis’ twin bed and had moved both mattress and frame all the way from the
basement to the attic to replace the old bunk he’d been sleeping on. I wasn't there to see how many times the burden rolled back down on him, but he'd achieved his goal.
They all looked
prouder than Hercules after he'd cleaned the Augean Stables. I was amazed, pleased and properly impressed.
9 comments:
As well you should have been!!
Oh WOW you had a waterbed! I slept on one once and couldn't get out of it without help! I hope it held up for your son downstairs...water is naughty when it gets loose in the house!
Oh that was a lucky break:) B
I think it was worth leaving the house that day! You have some good guys!!
It almost made you forget that it was their idiocy that cost you a new bed in the first place didn't it?
Better a Herculean task than a Sisyphean task, I suppose.
It was probably good that you were out at work while all that activity was going on-you probably wouldn't have been able to move around your house for boys carrying mattresses and bedding!
I loved this, Leenie. Isn't it amazing how our boys can still surprise us with their ingenuity and their pluck? :)
What a lovely memory, Leenie.
Bobert. :-)
I had a waterbed well into my 20s. Got rid of it when the cat dropped a dead vole behind it...
Pearl
p.s. I loved your comment on my blog. I don't hear the word "pic-a-nic basket" near enough.
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