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Broken Arm or Concussion? Hard Choice.

My father in law brought up the idea of bunkbeds for the kids. We have a set in the garage. It would make more room in their room. I'm just not sure how I feel about it. I know the boy would love it but I worry, as usual, about him becoming airborne (on his own volition or his sister's prodding).

I had a set of bunk beds when I was a kid. Sounds normal but let's think this through:

  • I was an only child
  • I was never allowed to have friends in the house, much less stay over
  • The one time I was allowed to have someone over, she fell off the top bunk
  • I was never allowed to sleep on the top bunk

My question then is why the hell did I have them? I wonder about that sometimes*. I'm thinking of going along with it if the Captain agrees. I told my FIL that I wanted to post a betting pool (even though they don't bet) to see how long it would take for one or both to break a limb (their own or the other's even). Obviously we'd have to get the sidebar protection thingy so he doesn't roll out of the top bunk. Does this mean I have to put an extra mattress on the floor so that it buffers the enevitable? Gah. What do you guys think? Did you have bunk beds at home? How many times were you injured? I need some input here folks. Thanks.

*I still don't know why the hell I had them. I've asked my dad but it must not have registered with me because I don't recall his answer. I'm also the same person who sometimes thinks for a long time "Did I actually eat anything yesterday?". Yeah. I'll call him and ask again.

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Les Becker said…
My brother and I had bunk beds on my parents' boat. The back of the couch pulled up on hinges and hooked to the ceiling with straps. Voila!

He, of course, being older, got the top bunk. He, of course, being ON A BOAT, rolled off every. single. night. My mother would find him asleep on the floor every morning. I don't think he ever even once woke up when he hit the deck, so to speak. Of course, he's retarded. Now.
5:51 PM
Anonymous said…
I personally have slept on said bunk beds in question, and rolled off in the middle of the night off the top bunk, several times. The worst that happened was a reacurring (sp?) dream of falling off a cliff, lol. I would say with a gaurd on top you should be fine. Just have to make it clear to the kids that the bed isn't a toy or a launching pad to attempt flying....good luck!

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