The bed frame and weak bladder

This past weekend we drove middle child and her puppy back to university. After an eleven and a half hours of driving we were exhausted, but hubby still had to move all her belongings back into the apartment she is renting. Middle child went to open up the apartment door which neither her nor her roommate had occupied since the end of April. When she walked in she was hit with a blast of heat, her roommate had apparently left the heat on at thirty celsius, and to make matters worse, someone had left two Tupperware containers of goodness knows what rotting under the couch. The smell was stifling! Immediately we opened all the windows and screen door. After an hour of moving her belongings, resting with a cold beer or two, it was time to hit the sack. Middle child kindly gave us her bed to sleep in. The room was still boiling so I nicely gave hubby the side close to the window, which in hindsight was a bad move since I have a very weak bladder and am usually up three or four times a night to visit the washroom.

When I woke the first time, I did not want to crawl over hubby since he was finally sleeping soundly, bad mistake, because for middle child’s birthday we had purchased her a lovely, but large metal bed frame. The bed frame was a perfect fit for her box spring and mattress but also meant it was quite high off the ground. If you happen to remember learning to ride your first boys bike, you will of course remember the medal bar from the seat to the handle bars. So with that in mind, I am trying to crawl over the large, though beautiful metal frame, only to find that the ground is a lot further than my foot can reach. I slip, screaming as my privates are slammed into the bed frame, and now of course, since I have had three children, my bladder is not as tight as it should be, leakage occurs. Hubby naturally awakens asking what the hell I am trying to do? I mumble some very strong curse words as I hobble to the washroom with a change of clothes. When I eventually make it back to bed, hubby has nicely moved to the wall side, so I can easily exit the bed the next time I get up.

Photo courtesy of Ikea

6 Replies to “The bed frame and weak bladder”

  1. Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!! This made me wince a bit! I would have been doing a lot more than muttering swear words under my breath! Thanks for sharing though, it did make me giggle (sorry) xx

  2. The bright side is, you’re not male. But still, OW. I remember doing this on a rope climbing frame when I was about 7. Neither foot could reach the ground and I couldn’t get out until a grown up got me.

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