...You've made a horrible mistake.
Today I gave my eldest daughter my lovely, antique pine bedstead, because she was too old for a single bed, really, at fourteen, and because I had gotten a new king sized divan bed.
Oh, what a horrible mistake I have made! The mattress is too soft -- it's like a damn water-bed -- and there's wheels, WHEELS on the base. I have a wooden floor in my bedroom. Wheels do NOT work on a bed base when you have a wooden floor. Next time I get down to something more than sleeping, I'll be lucky if the fucking thing doesn't end up in the hallway!
Besides the fact that the mattress is too soft, and the stupid base has wheels, I realized that all my carefully selected bed sets will no longer fit. Damn. Some of them cost me an absolutely disgusting amount of cash.
Add to that fact that the underneath of my bed has long been a haven for forgotten shoes, bags, hats, the rare odd sock, and a couple of spiders...pandemonium. Himself made me pack up all my shoes, of course, no matter how many spiders were scampering around under there. Three bags later, he's trying to put them on top of the wardrobe and they all topple out, hitting him on the head one by one as they tumble to the floor, reminiscent of those old Disney cartoons where bowling-balls or something equally ridiculous falls on the character from above. HAHA! I held my laughter as long as I could, but eventually had to let rip.
Speaking of rips, I was still wandering around in a light pair of silk pajama bottoms, and whilst bent over, sticking my nose under the bed...yes, you guessed it -- they split. So, now I'm down one pair of silk pj's, a lot of bed covers and an antique pine frame. Lovely. I should have just stayed in the old bed, crying about a need to write -- "Why won't you just leave me alone!?" -- and I might have avoided all of this.