This is a fictional story…
Two parents take their little boys to the town’s 4th of July parade. They meet nice people, watch the school’s cheerleading squad do cartwheels and gaze at all the red, white and blue bunting tacked to the honking floats. They bike home, happily shooting the breeze, always keeping a strict eye on the two in the trailer. Satisfied with the general flow of the day, the wife says to the husband, “Hey husband, I found a great deal on bunk beds. We can pick them up this afternoon, want to?”. The husband, dutiful and loving, says “Sure! As long as a nap is involved in the afternoon plan, I don’t care”. The children are fed and tackled into the car and junk is ineffectively moved around in the back to make space for the beds.
The beds are procured and after a long nap, the wife convinces the husband to put them together, she promises to help, “Oh honey, it will take like an hour at the most, let’s just get it done”. Three hours and a trip to Home Depot later, the beds are halfway done. The husband sarcastically whispers to the headboards, the wife hears, but they both chuckle “Oh honey, you’re so funny” fooling the children that all is well. An hour and a gallon of sweat later, the husband mumbles something to the wife about stripped holes and screws that don’t fit.
They separate to their individual corners, one bathing the children – who’ve been “helping” daddy and tossing up jokes about how funny their parents are – the other lugging pieces of bunk bed wood to the garage.
Children in bed, fireworks blasting in the distance, the wife begs forgiveness for her harebrained schemes. They lovingly hug and kiss and there is genuine laughter, none of that sarcastic cover up stuff.
The next day the husband and wife put their heads together and tag team the bunk beds into shape. The wife, ever struggling with perfection, deems the beds too large for the room and single handedly takes them down the next day.
Of course, this was purely fiction…
How was your 4th of July? :)
p.s. The bunk beds will be used at a later date, whether as beds or as wood for another project, so all is not lost…except those four hours on the 4th of July.
