Last Saturday night, I decided to move a full-size mattress — and box spring — up a flight of stairs in a narrow hallway. Alone.
Why do I do these things? Where was the voice of reason saying, “Many hands make light work?"
It was being drowned out by the voice of optimism, which kept shouting, “You can do this! Probably!”
My husband and daughter were gone for the evening, and I thought I would surprise her by moving out her no-longer-wanted single bunk beds and moving in the double bed some friends had brought over earlier that day.