Kyla ordered Carson a new bed, and it came in yesterday… all one thousand pounds (and one thousand pieces) of it. The Purolator guy was kind enough to offer to heft it into the apartment for me – I don’t think he realized he had to navigate the huge and awkward thousand-pound shipping carton up to the second floor, but by the time he figured that out it was too late. I’m grateful he managed it because I’m not certain I could have got it done.
I woke this morning to the sound of almost-swearing… Kyla had got the bed parts unpacked, and they were spread over the floor of Carson’s room. She was almost-swearing because she’d just realized she needed a second pair of hands to steady the mess while it got screwed together – this at just the right time for me to poke my head in the room and be drafted to the job.
No coffee in me yet, either. At least I had pants on.
And we got it together! Successfully, even, and Carson took pictures to prove it! He got distracted partway through construction but he’s four, so… He got back on track eventually.