But our box spring broke apart last month and had to be replaced.
The husband has serious arthritis issues and his back bothers him quite a lot, so he did a lot of bed shopping and then I followed up and we picked a bed we thought we both liked it. So paid them the crazy amount of money for the bed that was required, getting a GOOD bed this time, and had it delivered.
We anticipated a certain amount of drama getting it up the stairs. It was, after all, thicker than the previous mattress and box spring so it wouldn't wiggle as easily but still, we had to knock out some of the ceiling when we moved in, we felt we knew the drill.
But still, we felt like we had a good grip on what we were gonna do. The oldest boy and his dad tried for four hours to get it upstairs. When I got home got the mattress up - but the box spring would not go.
This is the box spring perfectly wedged between the ceiling and stairs. It wouldn't go another inch. No matter what. Because it was thicker than the old one, we were right - no wiggle room. It was stuck and would not budge no matter what we did. We needed inches - and not that many. But how?
But it didn't. So the husband put the stairs BACK and we went to bed. And then the next night....
So, you Snoochie Booches who used to own this house. WHAT A BUNCH OF JERKWADS YOU ARE.
Ugh. Every single day we find some other jacked up thing they hid I swear.
But, the bed is awesome. It was almost worth it. BUT NOT QUITE.