furniture shopping ptsd.

Henry and I went to Art Van tonight to pick out some furniture and do some research on big boy beds.  I realized that the last time I was at Art Van, I was 8 months pregnant and picking out a new bed for myself.  It was one of the most exhausting experiences I had as a pregnant woman and everything about it was awful.  Physically.  Emotionally.  Mostly physically.  I just remember being out of breath after trying out 3 mattresses.  It sucked. 

Tonight was just as exhausting but for a much better reason.  Henry loves him some furniture store.  He ran and jumped and climbed and hid and laughed and laughed and laughed.  For some reason the salesman wanted to sell me a TempurPedic bed for my two-year-old which just seems like a terrible idea.  If he can't jump on his bed, he will jump on my bed and nobody wants that but mainly I don't want that.  Not that I want him to jump on his bed but let's face it, he is a kid and he will jump on a bed.  As a matter of fact, he tried to jump on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed tonight but I stopped him just in time.  If I thought he wouldn't have hurt himself badly, I would have let him learn the hard way.  He might be chubby but big man can jump.  The only way I could keep him from getting in trouble was to make him my backpack and by the time we walked out of the store I was exhausted and could hardly feel my arms.  Instead of being in tears and feeling like a big reject, I couldn't stop laughing and smiling.