Sometime last fall, L and I were strolling the crowded aisles of Sam's when we spotted the mother of all bunk beds. It had a tent that went over the top bunk to make it look like a fort, and slide to come down on. 'Fabulous!', we said. And then we bought.
At the time, we planned on staying in our current house for at least several more years, and we planned on making Hatchling share a room with his sibling when the time came. So bunk beds were a natural solution. We hauled them home and stuck the boxes in the attic, and didn't think about them for many more months.
In April, we were again strolling the aisles of Sam's (in case you can't tell, it really is one of my favorite places to go), and we saw a more *ahem* mature set of bunk beds. This one featured a full size bed on the bottom, as well as a bookshelf and some drawers on one end. 'Oh!', we exclaimed, 'this is so much better than the one we have!'
So we talked to a manager... and they let us trade...
Two weeks ago, while in Tulsa shopping for master bedroom furniture for L and myself, I confessed to my harried husband that I was