My daughters have decided to swap beds. Not rooms, just the beds. It also seemed like an ideal opportunity to go through the stuff that they both have in their rooms that somehow seems to accumulate without you really noticing. It seemed like such a good idea at the time but now, most of small daughter's stuff is on the landing whilst we made some space to get around.
It's not looking good.
There is a reason for all of this. Big daughter has had a 'high up' bed with a ladder for the last nine years or so and now wants a normal 'low down' bed. Small daughter has been desperate for a 'high up' bed for some time and was more than happy to swap her 'low down' bed for big sister's 'high up' one. Small daughter's bed was the easy part. Big daughter's bed came from IKEA and wouldn't go through the door without dismantling. Cue lots of muttering, flying allen keys and bolts that we were in danger of losing until big daughter produced a storage pot from somewhere in the bathroom that saved us having to go downstairs to root one out.
My husband is at work, of course, and this seemed like one of those things that we could easily do over the last days of the school holidays (taking apart and re-building IKEA furniture is not his favourite pastime so we have saved ourselves from more muttering) - even though I knew that it would take longer and involve more mess than I hoped.
The beds are up in their new places now, the bedding is ready to go on and we are returning to something like normal. Big daughter is busy rearranging the rest of her bedroom furniture as teenagers are wont to do. Small daughter has sneaked off to watch TV. Her stuff is still all over the landing and I can't get into my bedroom until it's moved.
It's going to be a long afternoon.