When the shit first hit the fan, all I wanted was a new bed. It wasn't even a conscious thought. I just looked at my friend and said - new bed. If we were going to start over, new bed. If we were going to divorce, new bed. It's a king. A luxurious upgrade from our queen. I can't wait to actually sleep in it alone and revel in all the extra space. Because, ummm, hi. This is how most nights look. And this is not doing it at all.
Please note, littlest being taking up the most space. Sleeping sideways. Throw me a bone here.