Thanksgiving has snuck up on us. It seems like just moments ago it was Labour Day and now here we are ready to eat Turkey. Dave and Mel are spending Christmas Day with Mel's parents this year, so they decided to spend Thanksgiving here with us. Mom will be cooking way too much food on Saturday. They rolled in extremely late last night and are leaving Saturday after we have dinner. I haven't told Abby that her beloved "Unple Dabe" and Aunt Mel were coming for a visit so she's going to freak out when she gets up this morning.
Since I wanted Dave and Mel's visit to be a surprise for Abby I waited until after she went to bed to set up the inflatable BYOBed. Now Thursday night is a big TV night for me, what with Will & Grace, Survivor and The Apprentice so it was getting late and the bed still hadn't been set up. At 10:00 Mike announces that he's going to bed, so if I want help for the bed I should do it now. The problem is, I was on the phone with my BFF Robin and I have been severely neglectful of her lately. So I assure Mike that I'll be fine setting the bed up on my own and send him off to bed. That leaves me free to catch up with Robin and have the kind of bitch session you can really only have with your best friend.
Okay so all bitching completed I turn my attention to the BYOBed. First though I have to tidy up Abby's toy room. That involves a lot of bending to pick up all those little toys that kids love to leave lying around so you can step on them in the middle of the night. Now the bending just about did me in since I'm so huge, as no fewer than three people have pointed out to be this week. Yes for the last time, my due date is the end of February, not the end of October, despite what it may look like. So the tidy job is finished and I need to take a short break and have a drink. The baby is seriously upset about all the bending I just did and is letting me know, by hoofing away at my bladder. So a pee break is also in order. So with the drinking and the peeing taken care of and the baby a little less restless, we've moved on from the kicking to simple stretching exercises. I'm ready to tackle the actual bed.
So I set everything up and fill the mattress up with air. A very easy task with my handy electric air pump. I wrestle with the mattress trying to navigate it into the "mattress holder", but eventually I get it. I turn to grab the sheets, when what do I hear? Psssssssst. A very steady psssssst. Mother Trucker! The damn thing has a hole in it and judging by the sound of it, it's not a tiny hole either. At this point I should mention that it around 11:30 and Mike has long since been asleep. Now waking him is definitley an option, but I'm going to need to be pretty desparate before I exercise it. My other option of course is just to wait until Dave shows up, but it's already so late I wouldn't want to show up somewhere in the middle of the night and hear, oh by the way your bed's broken, can you fix it? By some stroke of luck I manage to find the leak and it's a fair sized split in the dimple area of the mattress. Now to find the patch kit. My first thought is to check the junk drawer, I mean that's what you have junk drawers for right? I come up empty handed. Then I try the china cabinet. Nada. How about the catch-all bowl on top of the fridge? Zippo. I know how about I go back and try those three places again and then just for kicks I'll check them a third time. Wouldn't you know it I came up empty handed again. Then I remember putting the patch kit in Abby's entertainment unit.
Now because this is the way my luck has been going this evening, there's no instructions with the patch kit. Specifically I was interested in how to use the adhesive. Did I have to coat both the patch and the mattress and let it sit? If so, for how long? Or did I just put it together right away? Well my limited experience with adhesive has been that you coat both the patch and the patchee and let it set up for a few minutes, so that's what I decided to do. When it was suitably tacky I stuck the patch to the mattress and made sure it was adhering. All seemed to be good. The patch seemed well sealed. I applied pressure to the mattress and heard no hissing. So I struggle the mattress back into it's holder and finally get to make the bed. Just as I'm straightening the comforter Dave and Mel show up. Great timing. So I sit and visit with them while we watch Survivor (the second time for me) until I can't keep my eyes open and after warning them about the now patched hole in the mattress I head to bed.
Fast forward to 5:47 this morning. Mike's alarm goes off. Poor bugger had to work today. Since I can't make it longer than 4 or 5 hours without peeing I get up with him. I'm still quite proud of myself for fixigng the BYOBed by myself last night so I'm bragging away to him as I follow him downstairs. Mike hits the bottom and the living room first, turns to me and says, I don't think your patch held. There's Dave and Mel sleeping in the living room. Dave, being a gentleman, is sprawled across my love seat so Mel could have the couch. His feet are well past the arm rest and venturing into the doorway of the kitchen. I can only begin to guess how uncomfortable my tallish brother was last night. We bought the bed at Wal Mart so Mike's going to check today if they'll let us exchange it for a new one. I will mention that this is our second BYOBed in two years, the last one sprung a leak as well. It's really a great idea, if we can get one that will stand up to people using it 6 weekends a year. I really hope Wally agrees to exchange the bed, since a new BYOBed just wasn't in the budget this week. I'll keep you posted.
Lastly Survivor.... can some body please get that Danni girl a pizza or something? They've been out there less than two weeks so the scary thing is she showed up looking like that. There is such a thing as too thin. Now did Bobby Jon and friend really need to have a heart to heart while peeing? More importantly did we have to witness it? Do two grown men really need to stand that close together while they're peeing? As if all that wasn't bad enough... did they have to "shake on it" when they were done with all the talking and peeing? I'm sure they're both glad, that's been immortalized forever. I haven't quite figured out who I'm pulling for yet, but I really think that Judd's pride will get in the way of him taking home the million.
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