Oops, aw man, oops!
I need a guy. Or two. Ok, so, we don't have a couch. When we moved here a ~year ago, we gave our old one to my brother-in-law and never bothered to get a new one. Then my mom-in-law started insisting that we get one, so of course we balked and said no, we don't need one, it'll be a pain to move, yadda yadda. So we've been determinedly couchless for a year or so now.
Well, today my supervisor had a loveseat in the back of his truck all day. One of my coworkers finally asked him what it was for, and he said he'd helped a friend move yesterday, and when he showed up at her place with the loveseat, she had said she didn't want it after all. He was mad because it was heavy, so he just left it in his truck overnight and was going to leave it there til he found someone to dump it off on because he just wanted his truck space back.
So I volunteered to take it off his hands! After volunteering I texted my husband to ask if he wanted a free reclining loveseat. He agreed, so my supervisor came by after work to drop it off. Well...
He left it in the entry room, which is fine, he had no obligation to bring it by, unload it, and bring it into the house to begin with, let alone drag it to my living room. After he left, I vacuumed it off and got it all clean, and then I decided that it would be SO nice if, when my husband got home (he's been on a business trip for a couple days but he'll be back late tonight) that the loveseat was all set up and ready for him to sit in, so he wouldn't have to move it.
So! I am woman, hear me roar! I can do anything a guy can do! Right? Yeah right, in my dreams.
So I can move the thing easy enough by pulling one side of the edge forward, then pulling the other side to meet it. It's a scooch-scooch motion, but it gets the job done.
UNTIL
The entry and living room are connected by a hallway, meaning I needed to maneuver it around 3 walls. Yeah, I got it stuck. It's wedged in there good. It'll take a small army and an act of Congress to move that thing. If I could tip it up onto its side it would be skinny enough to slide through, but I just don't have the oomph for that.
Oh... and that doorway that it's wedged into? It's the ONLY doorway from the entry to the rest of the house. You have to climb over it to go anywhere after you come inside.
;; My poor husband. He's going to get home at midnight thirty or whatever, all tired from the trip, and either have to crawl over it or move it to even get to bed.
Gosh darn it, I need muscles!