And then the bed broke.

Remember the mold? Yes. We decided to sleep on our air mattress at my parents' house that day, and plus it was before the New Years party when we were going to stay there anyway. We ended up sleeping on said air mattress for three days, during which time I got much less sleep than normal because of the staying up late chatting and getting up earlier because of fun things happening.

All this to say, when we got home, I was exhausted and really looking forward to a good night's sleep in my own bed. I was so tired. So very, very tired. We got into bed, I sighed happily and snuggled to the perfect sleeping position....

CRACK.

After sleepily staggering out of bed, we hauled the mattresses off to see what the deal was.


Awesome.

Ron suggested we either drive BACK to my parents' house, or set up the air mattress in our living room AGAIN until we could fix the bed.

I cried.

Instead, we hauled the top mattress into the living room (which, coincidentally, is exactly the size of a queen-size mattress) and I fell into bed at last.


WHY.

And now Ron has fixed it, so all is well again! Hooray!