And, when we buy it... well, you need some back story on why this bed is such a big deal.
Here's the backstory: Darling and I have been married for over a decade. We do not have a bed. Well, we have a bed, but not a frame other than the $25 metal frame that holds the mattress set off the floor. We don't have a headboard. We don't have a foot board. Why?
Significant lack of agreement on bedroom furniture.
For years, even before we married, we looked at furniture. Couldn't agree. So, rather than spending money on something one of us didn't like, we opted to not spend the money.
Then, last month we got a sitter for the kidlets and made the long trek to IKEA. I love IKEA. I don't know why. But I do. It makes me deliriously, ridiculously happy. It makes me Target-happy. I know. Huge, right? I walk in the store and have a nerve-tingling happy feeling. Maybe I'm channeling my ancestors? I don't know.
Darling and I had our fancy dinner of Swedish meatballs and shared a perfectly decadent slice of Overload Chocolate Cake. We then wandered the store, holding hands.
To my humility
Money's a little tight right now with other obligations, so the plan is to save our pennies and buy it for ourselves as a Christmas present.
I'm so excited about getting a bed we both want that I can hardly stand myself.
It only took just over a decade to agree.