I learned from my Grandpa that when you do something yourself, you get more satisfaction out of it than when you just buy it. Well, this weekend we decided to put that to the test by building beds. It all started when the decision was made for Topher to move in with us (which also happened this weekend...look for more about that later). That left us a bed short. Add to that the fact that my bed had mostly fallen apart, and we had our weekend projects cut out for us.
My wife and I had picked up a gorgeous dark walnut king sized water bed frame at a garage sale over the summer for the right price (haul it away and it's yours), and it's been sitting in storage ever since (insert “honey-do” excuse here). I had 2 big issues to solve. First, we sleep on a regular mattress with springs so the dimensions were slightly different. Second, neither my wife nor I are small people, so we needed to have the bed frame be freestanding built around a support structure that could handle the weight of two large adults who aren’t exactly laying still (insert and ignore teenage groans about adults being too gross here).
Topher wanted a bed of his own, and envisioned taking out an old set of built-in shelving in the room he’s sharing with Ethan (which is fine, they were just clutter magnets anyway), and building a sort of half-on half-off overhanging bunk bed over the existing double mattress … definitely custom.
Saturday morning found Topher and I off to Home Depot for lumber and screws, with Christina, Jory, and Adam took my old bed apart and worked at cleaning out the inevitable clutter that gathers under the bed like I was still 12 years old. Don’t ask me how some of that stuff got there, let alone where it came from?!?
I’m not posting a picture of Topher’s bed, because I’m trying to give my new young man a modicum of privacy. I can say that he was so happy when he saw it that he hugged Adam and Julian for their help in building it. He commented to me at one point over the weekend that he’s never had brothers before, let alone brother that cared that much.
When I woke him up for school this morning, it showed that we were both refreshed and happy with our weekend endeavors. Grandpa was right…we did it ourselves, and that made it much better!
So, sleep being necessary for survival, I’d say we had a very successful weekend!