Bunkin'

Possibly against my better judgment, bunk beds are coming to live at our house. The kids share a room, and it's not a big room, so this is really for floor space - practical reasons more than anything else. They are over the moon excited about it.

I *loved* bunk beds when I was a kid. I never had a set of my own, but I was always excited about the prospect of using them, whether it was at camp or a sleepover at my cousins' house. Even as an eighteen year old moving into a dormitory for the first time, my enthusiasm did not wane, and I happily occupied the top bunk for my first semester and the bottom bunk for the second. I even decked out the bottom of the top bunk with glow in the dark stars, and I can't wait to do the same for Jacob (who will be sleeping on the bottom bunk for the foreseeable future.)

Unfortunately for me, parenthood has definitely stolen some of the fun of bunk beds, because now I have to WORRY about stuff. Stuff like kids taking flying leaps off the top bunk. Stuff like whether the bed is really solidly built or not. Stuff like whether it's worth it to wrangle two children in Art Van on a Saturday to even get said bunk beds in the first place. (I didn't have to actually do that because my mother-in-law watched the kids for us while we went shopping.)

Hopefully this will be the last you hear about the bunk beds. If anyone breaks anything, I'll be sure to let you know, though!