And I wasn’t even doing anything fun to break it!
I sat down on the corner of my bed, there was a huge crack, and it sank under me. Of course, my first assumption was that I was so fat I broke our bed – cue the waterworks.
My husband, however, thought nothing of the sort.
“You know that the dog jumps on the bed,” he said and gave me a huge hug. “You didn’t break it. It was only a matter of time until it gave out.”
Did I mention our dog is 95 pounds?
He made me feel immensely better. I’ve definitely had some down days lately, hence the dramatic response. I cry so easily it’s not even funny anymore.
So now we’re trying to figure out what to do. I don’t think the box spring can be repaired, and I don’t want to buy a new one. I’m hugely leery of taking used furniture – bed bugs horrify me.
So, maybe we’ll get some plywood and work on making a support that we can build into the rails of our bed frame? I’m not really sure how to go about this.
Thoughts? Ideas? Have you dealt with this before? Inquiring minds want to know! *smile*
