Thursday I finally did things
Jun. 18th, 2026 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutWe did a mattress swapperoo. We should have done this a while ago, but last night I went out to eat with R. at Less Than Greater Than and had vegan ice cream on the way out. Yum! Then I went to bed early and A. woke me up to get her nighttime close around 10:30 _and refused to put her stuff on her chargers_ (complicated reasons to do with her OCD and task sequencing). So then she was still not putting her stuff on the charger at 1:30 am so I got up and we had an altercation.
Anyway. I cannot be doing that ever again. No more. Today, R. and I moved her extremely deteriorated mattress to the hallway. Then, R. took her bed apart and removed it from the room (that had to happen for next Wednesday’s delivery anyway) and set up the new frame. Absolutely explanatory looking at the slats in her bed. That’s why things were so awful.
Anyway. We moved the mattress from my bed (which she has been sleeping on) to her new frame, and I put the new bamboo viscose sheets on. I washed her duvet cover, which is _still_ drying. Ugh.
Then R. moved the twin xl from the new room down to my queen size bed. We vacuumed under the bed and he fixed the slats in my bed (not as fucked up as her bed was). This should result in something I can actually get good sleep on AND that A. will not be tempted to switch to, as the mattress that does work for her is now in her room. ALSO! We rearranged her room, since no more TV in there. And because the pullout drawer is gone with the old bed, I crated the stuff in that drawer and put it in the dining room to discuss with A. possibly listing it. I also ordered two drawers on wheels to go under the new frame for whatever she decides to keep, including the heavy weighted blanket in its cover. The beanbag cover full of stuffies went into the basement on top of the table. She didn’t need to keep any of that in her room, but wasn’t committed yet to getting rid of it.
Meanwhile, my niblings have far more stuffies than I realized, so I’m going to have to find an appropriate corner tall stand to display them in their seating area, and really develop that FNAF stage curtain idea to go around that stand.
R. fixed the curtains incorrectly and then fixed them correctly. Her room is actually really nice again now. Like you can get into the closet and everything.
She only had one class. R. brought her in, and I had C. intercept her at the end of class. We sent no lunch in with her or a change of clothes, but she still insisted on using the loo. At least they sent her to the downstairs lobby, so when she left, she could head out of the building. I fed her french toast for lunch and chicken and rice for dinner and she ate a lot of bananas. Her morning ablutions produced something that justified loperimide. Ugh.
Anyway. I cannot be doing that ever again. No more. Today, R. and I moved her extremely deteriorated mattress to the hallway. Then, R. took her bed apart and removed it from the room (that had to happen for next Wednesday’s delivery anyway) and set up the new frame. Absolutely explanatory looking at the slats in her bed. That’s why things were so awful.
Anyway. We moved the mattress from my bed (which she has been sleeping on) to her new frame, and I put the new bamboo viscose sheets on. I washed her duvet cover, which is _still_ drying. Ugh.
Then R. moved the twin xl from the new room down to my queen size bed. We vacuumed under the bed and he fixed the slats in my bed (not as fucked up as her bed was). This should result in something I can actually get good sleep on AND that A. will not be tempted to switch to, as the mattress that does work for her is now in her room. ALSO! We rearranged her room, since no more TV in there. And because the pullout drawer is gone with the old bed, I crated the stuff in that drawer and put it in the dining room to discuss with A. possibly listing it. I also ordered two drawers on wheels to go under the new frame for whatever she decides to keep, including the heavy weighted blanket in its cover. The beanbag cover full of stuffies went into the basement on top of the table. She didn’t need to keep any of that in her room, but wasn’t committed yet to getting rid of it.
Meanwhile, my niblings have far more stuffies than I realized, so I’m going to have to find an appropriate corner tall stand to display them in their seating area, and really develop that FNAF stage curtain idea to go around that stand.
R. fixed the curtains incorrectly and then fixed them correctly. Her room is actually really nice again now. Like you can get into the closet and everything.
She only had one class. R. brought her in, and I had C. intercept her at the end of class. We sent no lunch in with her or a change of clothes, but she still insisted on using the loo. At least they sent her to the downstairs lobby, so when she left, she could head out of the building. I fed her french toast for lunch and chicken and rice for dinner and she ate a lot of bananas. Her morning ablutions produced something that justified loperimide. Ugh.