I miss you … bed

It’s been another great lull in blogging, but I’ve almost had too much going on to even know where to begin. And some of it I don’t even want to talk about. Sorry.

Also, do you ever notice how when it rains it pours? I guess some people have, because that cliche caught on. Anyway, we’ve been kinda stricken with bad luck it seems lately.

To name a few things, our bed broke the other day. Just one side rail, but it has rendered the bed useless until we take the appropriate steps to fix it. And if you really know me, you know that I LOVE my bed. LOVE it. Often I have rolled over in it to lovingly whisper “I love you … bed.” Much to my husband’s dissapointment. Seriously, it’s king size so I can spread out to my heart’s desire. And the sheets and bedding are luxiourously wonderful. So now where are we sleeping you say?

All three of us, yes Ella too, are sleeping the queen size guest bed. And we’re all sick. Which is why Ella’s sleeping with us. She needs some extra love right now. But do you know that people wake up a lot, and snore really loudly when they’re sick? I won’t name names, but it doesn’t make for a good night’s sleep.

So, what I’m really trying to say is, if this blog is grumpy or poorly written, it’s because I’m sick. And tired. And I want my bed back.