Today, I decided I had to get my son's room ready for when he comes home next week. I took apart and moved my queen size bed from the back of the house to the front of the house and put it together.
Then took my mother's bed (little brother brought it a week ago) and moved it from the front of the house to my bedroom in the back and put it together by myself.
I decided to let my son have the queen size because he is 6'7" tall.
I also washed walls in what will be son's room and took down curtains and put up new curtains for him. I am no way near done with his room, but at least the hard part--the beds are moved so now it's just getting off my duff and getting stuff put away, given away, and trashed.
Whew! At 56, I'm getting too old for moving all this furniture.