No more monkeys jumping on the bedBy Michelle | May 22nd, 2008 | Category: Mothering | No Comments »
How does that old nursery rhyme go? “One little fell off and bumped his head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said…” Well, we had a minor furniture malfunction last week with our bed, but we thought we had it fixed (well, Dan had it fixed – I held the mattress up). But seven years, two pregnancies, two babies, a toddler, a preschooler and the occassional insolent dog later and our poor bed gave up the ghost…
Unfortunately, it gave up while I was nursing Thomas and Isabelle was next to me – but fortunately we were all awake and no one was hurt. Dan tried to repair it, but it’s no use – the old king had just seen too much living, I guess.
On the upside, now that our mattresses are sitting on the floor, I’ve discovered that the low bed gives a really open zen feeling to the room – the old four-poster was fun, but I’m really thinking the next frame is going to reflect what’s changed since that first bed seven years ago – we’re steadier, we’re simpler and, in every sense, we’re closer to the ground.