I Broke the Bed

Newsletter 2021-02-14

Snap.

That wasn’t a sound particle boards should ever make. Two critical joints in the loft bed’s frame had just shattered, rendering the entire thing unusable. I didn’t even swear. There’s a stage of furniture assembly beyond anger and disappointment where you simply stare in stunned disbelief. A week of measuring, driving, and—most unpleasantly—carrying had resulted in abject failure. I would have to start the entire process over again, after repeating all those steps in reverse to get rid of the now-useless bed. My kids looked at me expectantly, waiting to see what I would do. I stood up proudly, ready to acknowledge the consequences of my actions. Not really. Instead, I made a desperate last-second call to my only lifeline in the world. Was there someone out there who could resurrect the loft bed I just murdered? Maybe. But first, let's go back in time a week.

Last Sunday/Monday, I told you how our modest plan for one minor furniture change downstairs spiraled out of control until w…