Welcome my friends to a tale of woe. A story so in need of telling that I couldn’t wait any longer to offload it into this here screen. This, my bloggy friends, is the saga of the itty bitty teeny weeny bed.
When we moved into my sister’s guest bedroom, we left the majority of our furniture in storage and decided to crash on what she had in the room. Choosing the front room meant that we were now the proud custodians of a double bed. And I don’t mean each. Mr Suger and I would be sharing. As you do.
We have been happily cohabiting a queen bed for a number of years dreaming of the day we upgrade to a king. A shift in this direction is not really what we had in mind. After all, I am almost 5’11, well you know, fat and Mr Suger is around 5’10 and rather rotund himself at the moment. That’s where the saga comes in.
It’s a tight squeeze people.
Like maybe I have some insight into what it’s like to live in a submarine kind tight. Okay, slight exaggeration, I do have roof space. But I awoke the other morning with pale blue toes from my ankle hanging over the timber bed frame all night. Situation critical when you have just purchased some very cool peep toe shoes! I had visions of a toe-less future and swore my sleeping self would be more careful.
My strain for space is not helped by the fact that Mr Suger the snuggler overestimates how much bed I have on my side. He full body presses against me as I teeter on the edge at serious risk of toppling over. This has always been an issue for us, long ago I took to getting out and walking around to the other side of the bed. We were dating then and I was sweet and filled with ‘naaaaw, he’s so snuggly and adorable, I don’t want to wake him’. Now I punch him in the guts and demand he rolls over. There is not enough room for such shenanigans in a double bed, one must contain themselves to their teeny tiny side.
And don’t even get me started on the time my foot went through the frame only to then pin me there. I awoke with such a fright I thought someone, or worse, something, was grabbing my ankle in my sleep! Creeeeepy. Trust me, your heart beats awfully fast and the adrenaline throbs through your veins, when you awake under attack. The good news is I am now confident that yes, I would survive the Hunger Games. Just maybe not in the Katniss and Peta years.
So what is to be done in the saga of the itty bitty teeny weeny bed?
My sister Amanda Claire recommends we move into the back room, at least to sleep. But given it is next door to my nephew Ashton’s room and adjacent to his play room, it feels like an imposition. Like we are in his space and their space to parent. But let me tell you, there may come a night, maybe when I next attack the bed frame, that the other room wins and all my concerns for being a pain in the butt disappear.
Sorry, baby Ashton, this aunty NEEDS her sleep.
Full disclosure and everything, that photo, it’s not of our bed. That bed looks delicious. Can I have THAT bed? Image from Death to Stock Photo. Legends.
Hi! I’m Melissa Walker Horn. Around here, they call me Suger. I’m the Chief Blogger and doer of all the things here at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; I love a casual ootd, taking photos, and writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet over at Chalkboard Digital. You know, living the sweet life.
“‘naaaaw, he’s so snuggly and adorable, I don’t want to wake him’. Now I punch him in the guts and demand he rolls over.”
Hahahahahaha this made me snort loudly because it’s written by someone who still loves their partner but has obviously been married for a fair few years! Guv gets the same treatment when it comes to his Octopus legs [he only has two and yet no matter how many times I tell him to move them over his side, there they are again on my bloody side!!] and snoring – no niceties here anymore, a jab in the ribs and a harsh word.
We have a queen but are counting down to the day we move next year and buy a king – allllllllll that spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace! Can’t wait! Plus we have a dog to accommodate some nights too and tho she’s small, she still takes up more room that she should LOL
Boyfriend (6’5″ and no shrinking violet) and I (5’10” and 130kg) have booked a campervan for our July holiday to NZ and I am already stressing about how we’re going to share a double bed in such a confined space. There is actually two double beds but one is on a shelf above the other bed and I don’t even know if it’ll hold my weight ha! We normally share a King!
Haha. I hear you on this, but you guys will be fine. With all the adventuring and walking you’ll do, you could sleep comfortably on the floor if need be. 😉
Mr Wright and I have been sharing a double for years (but with a queen-size doona) and are slowly making moves to upgrade.
At the start of the year we were renting a furnished room with a double bed. The mattress was so hard it was like sleeping on a bed base – seriously, the floor was softer! – so we brought our old double mattress down and it was wonderful.
Then a week later we got evicted because the landlady needed the room for her parents, and we ended up staying in my parents’ guest bedroom for a few weeks. They have a king bed for themselves and a queen bed for guests and it was lovely.
Then we moved into a mostly unfurnished room and had our old double mattress on the floor for a week, until we could go north to retrieve a bed frame we got second-hand. That was last weekend. I put the bed together yesterday, and it’s great not to be sleeping on the floor…
…but the bed frame is a queen (we did know this beforehand, it wasn’t a shock). So now we have a double mattress on a queen frame. Talk about cognitive dissonance!
And there’s a tiny chance we might have to move again so I’m afraid to go and buy a proper mattress D:
Haha. Well lady, YOU win the bed dramas! Gosh. I hope you get that queen mattress on your queen bed frame sometime soon. And that you get to settle in somewhere! Gosh I hate moving, I don’t envy you on this one.
I recomend pushing the bed up against a wall so that you dont have that falling over board feeling. You can retreat as far away as possible into your own space with risking injury.
Oooo, not a bad idea at all! I might give that a try actually. Nice tip Faith!
We have a double, so I feel your pain.
Hun share it with me, then you’ll REALLY be in pain. Haha. I’m the worst sharer out.
OH MY GOSH I UNDERSTAND! When Doug moved in with me, we shared my double bed. I’m shortish and fat. He’s tall and fat. It was not working out at all, and we invested in a King (which, by the way, is a dream come true). Four years on, and going to stay at anyone’s house that requires us to share a double and it drives us (mostly me) crazy.
Ahhh the squishiness! I cannot WAIT to have a king bed. I’m hoping that this property we have been looking to buy will work out. It’s got lots of room for the bedroom set I want. Others I’ve seen are not as generous.
On our wedding night, the hubster and I had a King size bed. As we’d both come from single beds, it felt ENORMOUS – like we had to take a packed lunch to reach each other! Hahaha.
Haha. I love this. You sweeties.
Bahahahahhahahahahahahaha. We have a king, now anything else feels like sleeping in each other’s pockets. Pajamas pockets.
I know right? GOSH. Haha.