The moving of my children's beds appears to be an extreme makeover, but really it begins a treasure hunt - we unearth items from under those beds that have not been seen for years... much to my children's delight! "There's my polar bear books!" "There are some socks, Mom, where do you want them?" (Oh, so that is where all the socks lost to to the dryer congregate) "Mom, remember this book?" Child #2 starts reading to Kid #4 a book that belonged to Kid #1 when he was a baby - 15 years ago. Hair items, toys, ripped Burger King crowns, broken promises, failed dreams... they were all there.
Let me tell you what the moving of the beds buys me: I have had two hours to myself... and they haven't even eaten any dinner. They aren't looking for me or for food - they are buried among rich treasures - from the depths of the under-beds.
You might be thinking, "What kind of mother does not clean under her children's beds?" or "What kind of mother doesn't interrupt her children's endless playtime to feed them dinner?" And I have this to say to you: THIS kind of mother. A mother who values peace when she can grab it; peace delivered to her from under the bed.