good bye beauty rest

good bye beauty rest.

HELLO STERNS AND FOSTER!

That's a great trade off for sure.  Charlie and I decided it was high time we got a bed that was just awesome, with no divot-ed holes to arrange ourselves in, one we could wake from without knee and back pain. Enter our new bed.

It arrived this morning, in the middle of our March snow-storm. (Yes we have a lovely fresh 5-6 inches on the ground so far. But I digress....)




The last two nights, as I lay there in our old bed (rather uncomfortably I might add...) I became strangely sentimental about it. I began to imagine where they would be taking it when it left our home. You see, I think I grew oddly attached to the old thing. When one lays in one's bed, morning-sick as could be weeks on end during three pregnancies, or spends an ENTIRE summer and fall snuggled in it (hummm, perhaps THAT'S where the divot's came from!) on bed rest praying that a certain Little Mr would stay put, or has friends sitting on the end or on the side or in the middle with me, helping to pass the long days there....one may quite possibly grow fond of this inanimate object.  It felt like I was throwing out a tiny part of me.  So this morning I lingered a smidge longer when I woke, reveling in my side of the bed in my (self-made) hole. Good grief.  Good bye sore mornings!

LOL!

Laugh at me if you will. I'm laughing at myself.

To welcome a new chapter of the Johnson Bed Chronicles our darling, loud, giggly little boy helped to put on fresh sheets. He broke in the bed with a (new to him) game of peek a boo. He was delighted as you can see in the video.  This completely erased any "sadness" I had about tossing out the old mattress.