A Little Help Would Be Nice.

We're counting down the days until our U-Haul pulls out of our driveway. (Which, on that note, might I just say that the posts between now and our "big move" will be few and far between, but surely you all can give a girl a break, right?) It's getting kind of sad around here. You know, maybe it's just the woman in me, but I find it necessary to bring closure to almost everything.

For instance, last night in a big DirectTV mix-up they cut off our local channels. They thought we had already moved to our new home, yada yada yada. Anyway, I call The Attorney General up and I am bawling. BAWLING! Why? Because if I had known it might be the last time I ever watched Demetria Kalademos bring the evening news I would have paid closer attention. But I didn't. And so I didn't. And now I nnneeeeeeeeeedddd to.

See how that works?

I also dropped something off at Jimmy's cleaners and when the lady said, "Okay, thank you, have a nice day," I think I might have said something like, "Have a nice day? How about have a nice life. Cuz you'll never see me again lady." Anyhoo, long story short - we're supposed to pick our stuff up before 5 on Monday.

Okay, enough of the pity party. I plan on doing the whole "poor me" thing almost every day next week - so get used to it.

What I was actually going to ask you all today, is quite the dilemma and as The Beatles so plainly put, it would be nice if I "had a little help from my friends."

When The AG and I finally pull into Texas we will be moving into a small, quaint, little place where we will live for about a year. We are actually excited about this, problem is, our kiddos will be sharing a room.

I'm not sure if you remember our kiddos. But one of them is this:

And the other one is Rocco.

So since we are putting them in the same room - and that room is small - we have purchased bunk beds.

Let the mocking begin.

But look people, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. So bunk beds it is. And this is where my problem is. Do I put Rocco in the bottom bunk with her? Or do I keep him in a pack and play for a while? A crib is out of the question since there is absolutely no room for it. So I can prop open a pack and play each night, if need be. Or do I just bite the bullet and place them together on the lower bunk (with some safety railing, of course) and let the chips fall where they may? No pun intended there...though I do feel certain one of them will fall out every 22 minutes.

And if I do put them in there together, then what's the trick? Do I sedate one or both of them each evening?

How do I solve this problem? And don't think The AG hasn't been a world of help. He has. He tells me at least once a day, "Bunk beds? What were we thinking? This is gonna be a disaster and you're gonna have to sit in there with them every night. Not me. I didn't come up with this idea, you did. And when Rocco throws himself onto the floor I am not helping drive to the Emergency Room at 2 in the morning."

He is such a doll.

So please, my lovelies, hear my predicament. One room. Little space. Two kiddos. We can't be the only family in the world who has faced this problem. So tell me, what would you do if you were me? I could really use a little help from my friends.

P.S. Please do not leave me a comment that says something like, "get a bigger house." I tried that one already. And don't leave me, "You're nuts - it will never work." I've heard that one a million times from the man I love. Thank you.