Bunk mates
(This one isn't ours,
but it's the same model) |
We've moved into the world of stacked slumber.
Well, maybe.
Our home only has two "civilized" bedrooms, both on the main level, so now that our 3-year-old has effectively grown out of his day bed, we decided to use part of Uncle Sam's re-gifting (i.e. our income tax refund) to invest in a set of bunk beds for the kids' room.
The idea actually surfaced some time ago, and the kids were excited about it all along. They were excited when we decided to buy a bed. They were excited, again, when Slumberland called to say our bed had arrived and was ready for pick-up. And they were excited when they came home and found it assembled, ready for duty.
Their excitement faded when it came time for bed, replaced by fear and trepidation. That bed became the enemy of rest and relaxation.
Our first night was a long and stressful one, but I'm chalking it up to an adjustment period. And, I'm trying to stress to our 7-year-old the raw adventure of sleeping four feet off the floor.
He's not fully on board, yet. I'm confident he'll get there. Problem is, now our 3-year-old now wants to sleep up there, too. Not so fast, says the bed's manufacturer. Gotta be 6 or over to sleep up top.
And of course, they both like climbing up and down the ladder.
Hopefully we won't have to separate the beds and put 'em both on the floor. We got bunks in the first place, of course, to save space. Separating 'em would defeat the purpose.
We're giving it time. I have confidence.