Maybe it was the lack of sleep. I was in the middle of yet another bedtime battle with our adorable three-year-old who still climbs into our king-sized bed at around 3am like clockwork and proceeds to kick us in the face while flailing inadvertently in his sleep until dawn. He’d already gotten a drink of water, several snuggle friends, listened to half a dozen lullabys, and he sat up and said to me, “My bed’s not comfortable.”

He was sleeping in a toddler bed which had been converted from his crib and I knew it was only a matter of time until we upgraded his room from the nursery woodland creatures to something a little more exciting. I started shopping for beds.
Not finding the exact style loft bed that I was looking for online or in local store websites, I turned to Facebook Marketplace and found the perfect loft bed, low enough for my big guy to climb in and out. I purchased it and went with my father-in-law and his truck to pick it up. Unfortunately, when we returned, we found a broken tailgate and never found a quarter of the bed. Even with the head and foot gone, I still couldn’t bring myself to let go of the idea of this particular loft bed. It’s nothing that a little lumber, stain, hardware and carpentry can’t fix! I spent the next two weekends and a quarter of the cost of the bed attempting a DIY repair before pieces of wood split during assembly and I dragged the whole pile to the trash.
Suddenly, the beds online looked more appealing. I purchased one from Amazon and waited with anticipation for our package to arrive. It never arrived. We were notified it was damaged in shipping, just miles from our house. It was the last in stock. Back to the marketplace I went.
After purchasing three beds, we finally had one! While my big guy enjoyed bouncing, I enjoyed redecorating, taking down the woodland decor that I’d spent the last six years admiring while rocking and nursing, changing and giggling. My nursery is gone.

My big guy still climbs into our bed every night at 3AM. And I think I’m okay with that.