This chair, that is your faithful launching pad to the bedside table and your bed beyond, is now two rooms away - in the den. A giant gaping hole is left in it's place, complete with lingering dust bunnies. Now there are bedroom smells in the den. How am I expected to jump without my jumping chair?
No one consulted me at all... and it gets worse.
In order to make room for my chair in the den, they moved my couch to the activity wasteland known as the living room. My napping couch, the one I lay on and snoopervise Mom's computer activies. Up and moved without a consult - while I was napping.
I was so freaked out that I stood in the hallway and