Last weekend we traveled to Jasper, AL (where nothing exists) for the wedding of a friend/co-worker of Andrew's. We took Colin to Grandma and Grandpa Coleman's on Saturday morning to sleep over while we stayed in Jasper after the wedding.
I was so excited to get a night of uninterrupted sleep. Don't get me wrong. Colin has been sleeping through the night for a while now, but I always go to bed with the expectation that tonight he could wake up. So I don't always get the restless night of sleep I want b/c I am prepping myself to be woken up suddenly. We even brought our pillows from our own bed...because I can't sleep on hotel pillows. They suck. That is all there is too it.
That excitement wore off at about 3:30am on Sunday morning as I was ready to get back to my own bed. The hotel we were staying in only had Queen beds left. Didn't expect it to be a big deal but I need those extra 12 inches you get in a King sized bed. No way could I get a good night of sleep with someone on top of me. And luckily Andrew felt the exact same way.
It made us remember when we bought our mattress right before we got married and how we couldn't decide if we wanted the Queen or if we should just get the King, so we didn't regret it. I am so glad we splurged. My bed may be a monstrosity and take up half of my bedroom, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
To sum it up: I would rather be woken up in the middle of the night by an infant while sleeping in a King bed than have to share a Queen bed.