A wasted day!

I spent the entire day yesterday cleaning up a bedroom. The crappy thing is that it wasn't even mine it is my daughter's shared bedroom. It is unbelievable how much crap children can accumulate in so few years. So why did I do this? Is it because I am such an enabling mother that I clean so my children do not have to? Because I couldn't stand the mess any more and it needed to be cleaned for sanitary purposes? Or because it had something to do with our moving in a few months? No, no, and no. I mean seriously I am too lazy to really do it for any of those reasons.
It was because the night before I was tucking my youngest daughter in to bed on the lower bunk of a set of bunk beds and I hit my head on the upper bunk so hard that I actually blacked out for a split second. This was the first time I hit my head that hard. I mean I have had some pretty good bonks in my life. For instance, while holding a 4x8 board up while my husband was building a deck another 4x8 fell directly on my head. But this was an awesome head bonk. Anyway, I was so mad I started swearing at my husband (who insisted that they be stacked in bunks) that I hated the bunk beds and that they must be taken down! I know... totally bitchy... but in my defense, my head really hurt. So my husband, knowing that I might really hurt something or break something if I tried to take them down myself, came up and took the bunk beds apart. The room was so messy though; that we had to push clothes and toys out of the way to make the beds fit. Now this is a good sized room... so the beds should have fit fine, but they didn't. So this is why I cleaned all day....to make two beds fit in a room that they should have fit in anyway. It was a complete waste of a good day. I did not accomplish anything else... unless you count watching episode 2 of the Gauntlet 3 an accomplishment. Yeah, I didn't think so either.