Remember how we got a new mattress? Yeah, I’m still recovering from that trip. The next day my husband had a cold which he loving passed to me. We’re both on the mend, and hopefully soon we’ll both have enough energy to do something more than lie on the couch and try to persuade the other one to make dinner.
Please, husband?
Please, wife?
Please, someone, open an eatery nearby that delivers?
We’re slowly becoming accustomed to the new bed. The day after we set it up, the girl came bounding in our room and jumped on the bed. Then she jumped off. Then back on. Then off. Then back on.
With her eyebrows knit and her head tilted ever-so-thoughtfully, she rocked back and forth on all fours. Finally she looked up at me, “Heeeey, where’s that little tiny bed that just goes reeeeeeeeeeecky, reeeeeeecky?!”
“On the porch,” I said.
She was just filled with glee to find a mattress on our porch.
I am filled with glee over the fact that I can breath in my bed without it announcing it to the rest of the house. The littlest movement on our old bed would set it to screeching and creaking in such a way as to put any old man’s joints to shame.
Please understand that when I say “joints” I’m talking about his knees and NOT his medical mary jane.
The girl has decided that the bed is sort of HER place. Every little chance she gets, she sneaks away and snuggles up on the bed. Yesterday, she made my bed (making beds is sort of her THING. Just ask anyone who has had Lacy over in the past 6 months. I guarantee she’s snuck off and made their bed). Then she picked up all of our dirty clothes from the floor and FOLDED them neatly on the bed.
Oh my girl.
Nevermind my completely unmatched bedding (and giant striped socks, ha). My money has to go other places right now, all right? Now. Excuse me while I go eat gummy bears (which take precedence over bedding, obviously. I can live without a cute bedspread, but I need my gummy bears).
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