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Progress report
Sep. 23rd, 2007 07:37 pmRob thinks he has finally FINALLY solved the wireless connection problem on my computer. It's still in his TV room, but I hope it will be moved back to my office in the next two or three days. We have to get all the girls' crap out of my office first. You can't even get into my office.
Rob had a friend come over to lend some testosterone to the bedroom rearrangement project. I am sure that at certain points this afternoon poor Mark may very well wondered what he was getting into. One last minute hitch: we discovered that each girl was under the impression that she was going to get the coveted bed position against the eastern wall, by the window, and there was much Angst! and Drama! while this critical point was thrashed out. I told Rob that, after all, he had gone through mediator training this week and he should consider this his first assignment. He told me ruefully partway through the whole process that the girls sure didn't want his mediation. At various points this afternoon, one could hear furniture being shoved around upstairs--and the front door slamming as someone or other had stalked off in a rage.
At one point or another today, every single member of the family had yelled at each other member of the family and/or burst into tears. But the bunk beds are separated and the room is rearranged. They will be sleeping in their beds for the first time in over three weeks (a fact which was celebrated with some serious bed-jumping, which, of course, was impossible when the beds were in the bunk configuration.)
Now they have to retrieve all the junk spread all over my office and figure out how to get it back into their room so that I can get my office back.
Rob had a friend come over to lend some testosterone to the bedroom rearrangement project. I am sure that at certain points this afternoon poor Mark may very well wondered what he was getting into. One last minute hitch: we discovered that each girl was under the impression that she was going to get the coveted bed position against the eastern wall, by the window, and there was much Angst! and Drama! while this critical point was thrashed out. I told Rob that, after all, he had gone through mediator training this week and he should consider this his first assignment. He told me ruefully partway through the whole process that the girls sure didn't want his mediation. At various points this afternoon, one could hear furniture being shoved around upstairs--and the front door slamming as someone or other had stalked off in a rage.
At one point or another today, every single member of the family had yelled at each other member of the family and/or burst into tears. But the bunk beds are separated and the room is rearranged. They will be sleeping in their beds for the first time in over three weeks (a fact which was celebrated with some serious bed-jumping, which, of course, was impossible when the beds were in the bunk configuration.)
Now they have to retrieve all the junk spread all over my office and figure out how to get it back into their room so that I can get my office back.