Well, we were all excited last night to have the upstairs bedroom clean and ready for the bed. Around 9:30 we mustered all of the energy we had left from a long day and prepared to bring the box spring and mattress upstairs and to make the bed. Only to find out that it doesn't fit up the staircase. I guess that explains why the upstairs bedroom, although the biggest, always belonged to the littlest kid! I also guess that they didn't make queen size beds in the 1930s when the house was built.
So, this afternoon, Kyle and Corey will go about cutting the box spring (google says you can do it!) to fit it around the corner and up the stairs. Or, as my dad always said, up the wooden hill.