My big-girl bed

When I first moved down here in July, all I had to sleep on was an air mattress.

Eight months later, I was still sleeping on that air mattress.

Maybe I was busy. Maybe I was lazy. Maybe I was a poor teacher. Maybe said air mattress was just really, really comfortable. Whatever the reason, I never made getting a "real" bed that big of a priority.

For various reasons, Dave is going to be spending more nights over here for a while. Since he wasn't too keen on the whole air-mattress thing (although he did acknowledge that it is, in fact, pretty comfy), he bought me a bed on Tuesday. (Well, TECHNICALLY, it'll eventually go into the guest bedroom in our/his new house. For now, though, it's for me.)

We slept GREAT on Tuesday night.

And then I fell out of my big-girl bed on Wednesday morning.

I forgot that I was sleeping in an actual, raised bed, and when my alarm went off, my bleary-eyed self rolled over and off the mattress, like I've done for the last 200+ mornings. This time, though, I dropped about 4 feet--which doesn't sound that far unless you are half asleep and come to a crash landing on your hands and knees.

My knee was bruised and rug-burned (needless to say, the other teachers didn't believe my "falling out of bed" story); my left wrist hurt for a couple days, too. My knee still looks pretty bad, but the rest of me has stopped aching.

And I have to say, it's pretty nice to be on a real bed again.