Reg and Curly needed twin XL sheets for the camp they went to mid July. I borrowed the sheets from my college kids. Tank didn't need his twin XL sheets back from Reg, because his college bed is full size. I wish you could've been a fly on the wall when I explained the difference between full and twin to my 20 year old son. There was, let's just say, some confusion. He thought twin and full were one and the same, so we spoke in circles for a bit.
After Curly used Mini's sheets, I put them in the laundry room. When I left to take Tank to school, I asked Coach to wash the sheets on all the beds.
Fun fact, most of our kids STILL sleep in twin beds. Ed recently admitted that he struggles to fit in his bed. He is 6 foot 3. The footboard interferes with his feet and he HATES trying to get comfortable. I feel a little lousy that once he admitted his struggles several of the other kids complained about sleeping in twin size beds. Um, it never occurred to me to upgrade people to bigger beds. This is in large part due to the fact that if everyone required a bigger bed, we'd need to move to a bigger house.
Ed plans to live here for about a year, not just a summer, so comfort was a priority. He decided to use his full size college mattress in his bedroom at our house. That full size mattress has been propped up against the piano in our formal living room since early July. Welcome to LIFE AS A SHENANIGAN where circus life is embraced and details, like moving mattresses out of shared living spaces, only happen when one feels compelled to do so. Order be damned.
|This is the state of the room boys' room. Shared|
by 3 boys in the summer. The unused
twin is leaning up against
the desk. Disarray much?
While I was in Lake Geneva with the girls, Coach hauled Ed's full size mattress upstairs. I didn't even request this. Wonders never cease. Ed swapped out his twin for the full. SO . . . his twin mattress is now leaning up against the desk in the room he shares with Reg and Tank. Indefinitely. I guess.
|For reference, this the same room. |
Only Reg was sleeping in there
during the school year. Reg's bed is tucked
in the back corner by the window.
This was Feb. '23.
Sunday morning as we packed up the car to leave for school, Mini reminded me that she still hadn't found her sheets.
She probably mentioned that at 10 pm Saturday night as I was going to bed (I've been trying out an early bedtime), but let's be clear - she did NOT have all of her belongings packed and organized in advance of our girls' overnight. No matter that this was the ground rule.
*She also mentioned in Lake Geneva that she'd intended to buy some used golf clubs to bring to school, but hadn't. In the spring, a pair of her fav jeans got caught on a nail while at a concert, ripping in a straight line just under the left butt cheek. Guess who was running to Joanne's to buy a patch to iron on in the inside of said jeans at 4:00 pm Saturday? You guessed me, right? Because you've learned that we don't let Mini plug in things that get hot like kitchen appliances and irons.
Notice a theme here: Last minute Lulu. Eleventh hour Elena. Barred from operating appliances Bertha.
Me: OH YEAH. I WASHED YOUR SHEETS AFTER CURLY USED THEM AT CAMP. HMM. (eyes darting around the upheaval that we know as our upstairs).
They weren't in the DUMP, also known as my bedroom. At this point in time, my bedroom is TOO ungodly to even share a photo. It isn't even mildly amusing. Her sheets weren't in the laundry room cabinet where we keep clean sheets.
Me: OH SHIT. I THINK I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
Coach changed all the bedding. He wouldn't necessarily pay attention to which set of sheets went back on which twin bed. In his defense, Mini's sheets are navy and we own a shit ton of navy sheets, as anyone with four boys might.
The mystery: which bed had Mini's twin XL sheets attached? Was someone sleeping in said bed? From the top of the stairs, I motioned to Mini, who was at the bottom of the stairs, that we had a situation.
In our family this is done by wildly waving arms around, wordlessly because people were sleeping.
I tip-toed into Ed's room. Utilizing the flashlight on my camera, I looked at the tag on the fitted sheet on the twin mattress leaning up against the desk. Bingo. Mini's twin XL fitted sheet. I pulled it off the mattress.
I started rummaging thru unidentified piles on the floor.
Ed mumbled: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?
Me: MINI'S TOP SHEET. DAD ACCIDNETALLY PUT HER SHEETS ON YOUR BED.
Ed: OH, IS THIS IT? - he held up a corner of his in-use top sheet. Yes, he was using a full mattress, but hadn't bothered to swap the twin sheet for a full size.
Yes, it was her sheet. He held onto his quilt and I yanked the top sheet out from under it, rolled it into a ball and tossed it to Mini in the lower hallway, so she could load it in the car.
Me: HERE, MINI. IT'S STILL WARM. LET'S PRETEND IT JUST POPPED OUT OF THE DRYER.
Mini: WELL, AT LEAST ED WAS USING IT. HE'S THE CLEANEST OF MY BROTHERS.
And that, my friends, is the Shenanigan way. Rest assured Ed only slept on the fitted sheet a few nights before the long-overdue mattress swap.
Mini might want to rethink last minute packing, but I'm not holding my breath. Sadly, I might need to stop delegating sheet washing to Coach. I've begun a list of things that need to be sewn, or replaced (mesh hamper), or found, or bought (golf clubs, possibly) before we see her next.