As some of you know, last year we got a king size mattress for our guest bedroom. The logic was that one of these days we would get king size bedroom furniture and we would already have the mattress for it (our current furniture only holds a full or queen). Since we've had it, we have slept in our guest bedroom every Friday and Saturday night unless there were guests using it. We called it our "vacation bed" and really looked forward to it every weekend. Gradually, Brock started saying more and more that he would like to have that mattress in our bedroom... and when Brock gets an idea in his head, he makes it happen, so I knew it was only a matter of time before we would have that king size mattress in our bedroom to use every single night. Finally a couple of weeks ago, he made the decision to go for it. Mostly on his own because I try not to lift heavy things, he took apart our bed and moved that nice big mattress into our room. The headboard is the only thing that remained from our former bed, and it isn't attached to anything. It's just pushed up against the wall by the mattresses. I would post a picture, but it looks normal. You can't really tell a difference in the picture, but trust me, there's a difference when you sleep on it. It's been so much nicer to have the extra few inches of space.
So the funny part of the story is that we bought bed risers to raise the bed since the frame we bought is very low. We put them under the legs, but it didn't seem very stable, so we decided to take them out and figure out something else. We went upstairs to do it, and I quickly went to use the restroom before we started. He couldn't wait a few seconds for me to come help, and he attempted to take all the bed risers out on his own.. with his head under the bed. Before I could finish drying my hands, he was yelling for help. The bed had fallen on his neck, and he was stuck! I did what I could to help lift it off of him, but he said I wasn't much help. I felt bad for him because he was in pain and had a headache for the next day or so, but I was also annoyed that he couldn't wait just a few seconds so I could help him. He thinks he's Superman. Here's a portrayal of what I saw when I heard him yelling for help.
3 comments:
That looks kinda freaky! No head or feet, LOL! I love our king size, I wish we would've had it when I was pregnant, so you're lucky :)
Boys are silly and impatient, sometimes. But hopefully you are sleeping well at night. You are almost there!!! Little Pierce will be in your arms before you know it.
Oh my gosh...that's hysterical! Men...we can't live with them...but we sure can't live without them either! I think Stan has done something very similar before and it was all my fault for not being right there to save him.
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