Today I have to clean out the boys' bedroom to prepare for the removal of bunk beds and the installation of twin beds. Big Kid is tired of being on the top bunk and little kid is a wild laughing sleepwalker and can't be trusted up there.
I've had two cups of coffee and have been sitting here thinking about it for an hour and a half.
I would honestly prefer to put on hip waders and venture out into the everglades. And I've done that before and hated every single second of it.
It's probably safer than what I'm about to attempt, too.
If you don't hear from me by tomorrow, I am probably underneath a mountain of little boys underwear, action figures, random Lego pieces, wadded up bits of scribbled on paper, and treasures like bottle caps and snake skins.
Bring a shovel and some vodka when you send the search and rescue team out.