Brad, we got a new mattress for your room! (Brad has spent the past 14 years sleeping on a crummy full-size mattress in his room when he comes to visit. It was given to us – used – when we lived in Maryland.)
Unfortunately, the stairwell is very small in one little area. When Lloyd and I bought a queen-sized set, we had to order a split box spring because there was no way to get a regular queen box spring upstairs. When the delivery guys brought the mattress, they had to fold it like a taco to get it through the stairwell. (That was impressive, I tell you.)
Well, Lloyd and I aren’t nearly that strong, but we’re pretty stubborn. We squished and smooshed the new matress step by step through the opening, and I rigged up the Forearm Forklifts to be one long strap, looped it around the mattress and pulled from above like I was trying to stop a team of wild stallions, while Lloyd pushed from below.
We almost had it at the top, and with one more mighty heave – I put my behind through the window at the top of the stairs.
No damage was done to me, but I guess we’ll be getting new windows sooner than I thought.