The New Bed

Funny story.

This past week, my husband got a well-deserved bonus from work. He bought himself a few things, then determined we needed a new bed. Now let me say, our bed was roughly 20 years old…we have replaced our mattress but not the box spring. I couldn’t remember why, considering they aren’t very expensive, and having a matching set is always a better idea. (I don’t know why, it just is)

We picked out a nice firm mattress and matching box spring, and we picked out a bed for one of our kids too. Being a man sized kid, he needed a new bed.  As I was paying there was a little issue with our bank card- it was declined. I was on the phone with the bank while standing in line for over twenty minutes. Apparently, we used our card in another town- twenty miles away- the night before, and we triggered some sort of fraud alarm, causing this card to be declined. Finally the bank was able to lift the hold, and we were out the door.  We loaded the truck, twice in fact, to get them all in, and strapped it down ready to head home. We were the proud owners of two new beds, and called home to ensure the teenagers were ready for our arrival.

Except nothing is really this easy, right?

Bed number one went into man size childs room just fine. First floor bedrooms rock, and he had the old bed outside before we arrived. Bed number two- completely different story. And now I remembered why we never bought a new box spring. Picture this:

Two story farmhouse, one hundred years old. Beautiful crown molding in all downstairs rooms. Open ended staircase, with woodwork at the bottom and the top. About 5 inches too small for a queen sized box spring to fit through. Five inches really doesn’t seem like much, until you have a saws-all in your hand and a pair of safety goggles on your face for all that drywall dust and sawdust. Seriously. After removing more woodwork that the first time, cutting into wood and removing drywall, man sized child and best husband ever get the dang box spring up the stairs, followed by the mattress.

The bed is a big hit, very comfy and much taller than the last one- I have to jump a little to get my five foot two body up there. The grandbabies get much better bounce on this one, as already tested out with the jumping feet of toddlers. Sunday’s activities ended up being church, then a trip to the hardware for repairing the ceiling and wall. This time we replaced everything so it can be removed again easily, but my bet is by the time we are ready for another new bed, our bedroom will be downstairs and that upstairs bedroom just a good memory. Or hopefully a library.

Just another adventure in marriage.