Friday, November 20, 2009

the scavenging life pays off once again

Most of today was spent rearranging the kids' rooms, because of my awesome thrift store buy o' the week: bunk beds for the boys. For $42, because I am a thrift store regular. We had mattresses that fit and now the boys are 1) able to sleep in separate beds if they want to, 2) able to throw small toys from a greater height if they want to. Which they most certainly do. 

The bed is queen-sized on the bottom and twin-sized on top, so in gaining bunk beds we didn't give up any guest bed space. For if we ever have overnight guests. Which we do not.

Anyway, once I have the kids' rooms really in order I will post pictures. Their rooms have been in flux since the boys were born. We have moved people around as it worked, trying to get some sleep. Still trying. But we'll get there eventually. In 10 years they will all be teenagers and their hormones will have them comatose til noon, and finally then I will sleep and sleep.

What was my point? Oh yeah. Because I had to use a regular twin mattress on the top bunk, I had to get my brother's old extra-long twin mattress from the attic for A. That made her room (which was already a sucktastic layout) ridiculous, so I had to rearrange the girls' room too. She and Hanes share, and the room is very very small without many long walls, so the dresser has to go on a certain wall and it messes everything else up. Because I scavenged that dresser from my aunt and will not buy new furniture for my kids' rooms. Because they color on it with Sharpies and dry erase markers, and spill nail polish on it, and stick stickers to it, and climb on it and jump off of it, etc. So I'm limited to what I'm given, what is cheap at the thrift store, what my neighbors put out in their trash, and what is in our attic. It's tricky but fun, like writing a sestina.

I'm excited because my medicine is working (more on that tomorrow), my throat is no longer so painful that I cry a little bit each time I swallow my slobber, and tomorrow Jason is taking the kids on an adventure so I can do a pre-Christmas toy purge! Because his mother is absolutely insane with the Christmas gifts. She makes Santa look bad. But the kids understand not to expect much from us after the last year+, because now they ask for things this way:

ME: Do you want anything special from the grocery store?
G: Do we have enough money for chocolate pop tarts?

I like that. 

8 comments:

Monica said...

I need the scavenging life to pay off right now, big time. ALL of my kids need new beds...boys are on mattresses on the floor...

$42 for bunk beds??? That's a total steal: good for you.

And after the past year, my 9-year old said to me: "Do you think maybe someday you could buy me a key chain?" Loved that.

Suburban Correspondent said...

We used to go to a nearby apartment complex on the 15th and 30th of the month - people were always leaving furniture next to the dumpsters. We also got our second refrigerator there, for free - they had all these refrigerators they were pulling out and replacing.

Chris Tea said...

You are such an awesome mom.

Kim said...

That's awesome. I cannot wait until my girls are old enough to have a bunk bed. They are in a small room and the two cribs are taking up the whole thing. I love the idea of having the queen on the bottom too. I admire your thrifty find!

Chris Tea said...

Do you have any advise on how to have a successful toy purge without going insane?

Viv said...

When my children's dresser broke, I gave them mine. It has too been decorated, if I remember to dust it, I'll post a picture of it, it is a fine example of when Sharpies and dry erase markers unite.

KP said...

We have all of our sharpies locked up to avoid disaster. We've learned the hard way. Love your bunkbed find!

The Anonymous Platypus said...

we too scavenge all our furniture. I find it way more fun and time consuming ;)

and my husband frequently asks if we have enough money for chocolate poptarts. I tell him no b/c i'm mean like that.

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