First of all, get your minds out of the gutter.
Let me backtrack. I live in an older home (built in 1939). 8 days ago, we had torrential rainstorms here in DC. I was awoken at about 12:30 a.m. by a noise (unrelated to this story) and jumped out of bed, only to realize that my bedroom ceiling was leaking. YIKES.
Because I am on nerve-blocking medication for my back (long story), I incoherently stumbled down to the basement to rustle up some tubs to catch the rainwater. Of course, that meant EMPTYING the tubs that I keep the growing hoard organized in. After resolving the drip situation, I slowly turned, only to see ANOTHER new leak that was—no lie—dripping on my pillow! On my brand-new very expensive mattress.
That meant more tubs, more emptying, more hustling, and a total rearrange of my bedroom at 1:30 a.m. But, I did it. I survived. I could now go back to sleep. I headed to the couch. Yeah, the one I'm trying to sell because it's so uncomfortable.
So, I moved to the guest bedroom, like any normal person would. ANY NORMAL PERSON THAT DOESN'T STORE THEIR HOARD ON THAT BED. That bed is more of a staging area—more of a queen-sized shelf.
Given the hour, I just shoved everything aside, and snuggled in.
And until the roofer replaces my roof, I'm sleeping with the telescope. And the lampshades, grainsacks, and boxes of loot.
Do what you gotta do.....I respect that!
Posted by: Gail Thayer | 07 August 2017 at 10:57 PM
No shame in any of this! You gotta do what you gotta do. I was basically sleeping with my junk on my last junkin trip where I was gone for 9 glorious days of junkin.
Posted by: Melissa | 09 August 2017 at 03:40 PM
I Hope you got your leaky roof repaired. I've had staging area bedrooms before as well and had to make them semi-functional on The Fly. Staging Area does sound so much better than Hoarded Room denied of it's function, doesn't it? *winks*
Posted by: Bohemian Valhalla | 28 August 2017 at 09:21 AM