Chris has taken Casey to her finale rehearsal for recital and I am home (working!)...stuck with the other two children - one who doesn't listen to me and one who just doesn't listen period. I'll let you think about which one is which. So far, I feel as though I may be on the edge of a mental break down. I may need to make a pot of coffee to get through the night.
Chris successfully moved a ton of furniture for the yard sale out to the garage today while I was at my workshop. Pretty much everything except for the sofa. I was supposed to help him with that when I got home. I'm not sure if you have seen my arms or not, but I am not really the most muscular person. Like moving a couch is kind of out of my realm of possible activities.
I could not pick my end up off the ground.
There, I said it.
I am a weakling.
So, Chris felt that he could not wait for reinforcements and managed to make this happen....
All by himself he did that. Pretty impressive right?
I'm not really sure what it says about his spacial imaging skills. Just sayin.
He was really sweatin by the time he had done this. Really.
I was supposed to be helping. (I'm not really sure how.) But instead, I grabbed my phone off the counter and began taking pictures. At which point, he yelled from the other side of the couch, "Are you gonna blog about this???"
Darn tootin, I am.
In the end, I convinced Chris that it just wasn't going to work.
He backed the couch back into the kitchen, picked up one end, called over our 9 year old daughter, Chandler, told her to hold the end, then picked up the other end and the two of them moved the couch out to the garage.