You Made Your Bed, Now…
(Mom Camp Update – For those of you who read about the Great Compromise of 2012 last week, most of you will be happy to know that Dimples was mostly able to keep up her end of the bargain. We decided this week to actually specify the number of acceptable hours using the television or video equipment. She said 5, and I said 2. Then she said 4, and I said 3 1/2. And she agreed. Which was the number I wanted anyway.)
Deeply embedded within the DNA of the Firepants family is an inherent reluctance to part with any material belongings. Fortunately, I married into the family, so I do not have this gene. My mother-in-law, husband, and daughter, however, all share this trait. And during this Summer of Purging that has come upon us, I find myself doing daily battle with it.
The most recent disposal dust-up occurred last night as we finally “forced” Dimples, our 9 year old, to give up her twin bed that she had slept in since she was a toddler. It did not matter that she complains on a regular basis about the uncomfortable mattress that shrieks whenever she even thinks about moving a muscle. It did not matter that she is being given the full-sized bed that has the best mattress in the house – luxuriously comfortable and minus the mildew smell I still detect in our newest mattress. It did not matter that we are not throwing her old bed away, but giving it to a relative who needs it even more.
“I can’t watch,” she dramatically declared as her eyes filled with tears and she backed out of her bedroom. Cap’n Firepants pulled up the mattress, leaned it against a wall, and then gathered up the box-spring.
“Well, look here!” he said, disapprovingly, as the floor beneath the bed was revealed for the first time in probably 2 years.
“Oh, look!” Dimples said, excitedly, as she peered around the doorjamb to view the treasure that had accumulated beneath her sleeping form after 24 months.
Cap’n Firepants went to get a trash bag. Because he assumed the detritus needed to go in the garbage. Silly man.
Tears forgotten, Dimples leapt into the middle of the bed frame and began to inventory the new discoveries. Reunited with fuzzy socks and puzzle pieces, she suddenly cared nothing about her bed.
Cap’n Firepants returned, and started “cleaning up”.
“NO!!!” Dimples yelled as he grabbed a sticky looking item and routed it toward the garbage bag. “That’s my slappy hand!”
The Cap’n looked doubtfully at the lint-covered stretchy toy he was holding, and looked at me.
I shrugged. “That’s her slappy hand,” I said. Frustrated, he returned it to her, giving me the look that I probably give him every time he refuses to part with one of his Extremely Valuable Belongings that he had completely forgotten existed.
And why, you may ask, had the canine vacuum we call “Wonderbutt” not taken care of this mess a long time ago? Primarily because the bed was too low to the ground to permit His Rotundness underneath. We now know, however, why, when allowed in the Forbidden Section, he generally made a beeline straight for Dimples’ room.
After somewhat sorting the collection of debris into piles elsewhere in the room, and thoroughly sucking up all dust and microscopic mites, the old/new bed was installed. Dimples declared it a success, completely forgetting her initial hysterics over the entire episode.
And I realized, a bit belatedly, that we had just expanded the Underground Railroad for runaway socks.
Posted on June 12, 2012, in Dimples, Family, Humor, Wonderbutt and tagged bed, cleaning, Dimples, humor, mattress, mess, Mom Camp. Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.
And His Rotundness will be able to get underneath too – ha!
Maybe HE can keep that space clean, then!
Let the Tale of the Slappy Hand be a lesson to us all.
Now if only I could figure out what, exactly, it taught us…
The very virtuous nature of the lesson here is moralistically obfuscating. Clearly.
Bet you never read that one in Aesop’s anthologies!
Haha! Kids are hilarious, Lance is exactly like Dimples- I don’t even want to think about the things under his bed…
It’s almost like they don’t want to hurt the feelings of the inanimate objects!
I have some sympathy for Dimples and Cap’n Firepants. I have that same gene imbedded in my DNA. In fact, I had to make myself a strong coffee and get some chocolate half way through that post, just to get to the end….
I can’t say I don’t feel a few twinges, myself, when I throw something away. But I get over it pretty quickly the next time I go shopping.
I love your description of WB His Rotundness..it suits him.
A Great post which made me smile from start to finish..I can remember those days quite well
Yes, His Rotundness lives up to that moniker, unfortunately!
I remember when I got a brand new blue bike and my parents made me give my shiny red tricycle to the neighbors. That is when the hoarding started lol
I think I’ve blocked out a lot more childhood traumas than you.
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What a find! We hide toys under our humans’ bed sometimes. We hope they don’t get a new mattress.
Bella and DiDi
As long as you are not hiding any food under there, I am sure your humans will not mind.
*Sigh* we have to excuse ourselves and tend to some hidden kibble.
I’m totally impressed with how clean it was under there. If it had been in my house, you’d see nothing but a uniform fluffy grey surface with some oddly-shaped bumps…
LOL! That’s probably what it looks like under OUR bed!
Now when she gets a new bed in 3 years there will be even more treasures to discover!!
I don’t know. This bed has a bit more wiggle room for Wonderbutt to get underneath. He might help to keep that area clean now.
Sticky clappy hand? Hmmmm….. now that has possibilities for mischief.. heehehe
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