Bedsprings

Sometimes, during that time of the month, I cry. Alot.

Usually it's at a sweet commercial, a tender email, or a touching rap song.....

But sometimes it's because my husband wants to sell our bed springs that make our bed 4 1/2 feet tall 

You don't understand! That bed is my cloud of heavenly goodness! I can lay there and see NOTHING! It's like a floating pool of softness where no students, friends, family, or other "life" things are allowed. That is where I sit and chat with Ben when he comes home and he gives me giant monster hugs and I can actually reach him! It is my piece of heaven and I was consequently devastated that the bedsprings were leaving.

Ben took them off so I could see how it felt.

I laid there, rolled around, blew my nose a bit.

Made him put them back on.

Then I cried, for an hour, over bedsprings.

I was forced to text the girl who bought them that I was too emotionally attached to my bed springs to let them leave my sight.

So thank you PMS- You saved my bedsprings. All is right with the world.