Generally, I think it is important to own your mistakes. It’s honest, it’s appreciated by the people around you who are affected by it, and it helps you not make the same mistake twice.
This is our new bedroom… still a bit of a work in progress. You see, I decided I wanted more storage, so we got a captain’s bed with 12 drawers underneath. You can see some drawers aren’t in yet, due to some parts being delayed in shipping after THEY made a mistake.
What I did not account for is our memory foam mattress. It’s a little thicker than your garden variety springed mattress. Which means our new bed comes up to my waist, and I literally get to climb into bed. And that’s kind of okay… I mean, it’ll be a nice change from the crawling up off the floor move me and mister have been dealing with for the past month.
No, that’s not the mistake, in case you were wondering, that’s just a change of attitude and altitude.
Our old bed had a set of pup stairs to help the kids get in and out of bed when they were babies. They still use them, though, so we never moved them. When we put them into place, we saw that it was about a foot from the tippy top step to the bed. Rick and I looked at each other with concern, and figured, well, we’ll see what happens.
No, that’s not the mistake either, quit getting ahead of me here.
Understand, the pups LOVE time laying in bed with mom and dad… like a lot. You want to see three previously catatonic tufts of couch potato fur take flight in this house? Say, “It’s bedtime!” and they all sprout wings.
So when I climbed into bed to test it out, our girls, with minimal trepidation, hopped up and checked it out.
And when I got up to go back into my office, they got up to go with me.
Zoe, the aussie shepherd, has seriously long legs. She was fine going back down the stairs.
Jaina, our morkie, also has fairly long legs, and negotiated the stairs with no trouble.
But Bree…
Bree is a corgi, which means she has no legs. She’s a roly poly sausage with stumps that have footies on the end.
Bree was not okay, and now we’re arriving at the mistake.
Once we’d assured ourselves that Bree was fine after her faceplant moment, I laughed.
Now, as you can see, we have addressed the issue, and I’m glad to say Bree is able to get into and out of bed without any problems.
But I’m still getting some wicked side eye, and I know I’m going to pay for laughing at the corg.
I made a huge mistake.
Curiouser and Curiouser 